My Mia
For my very special girl
who was always at my feet.
When I’d come home she was a whirl
just begging for her treat!
She always loved me, good or bad;
she was my comfort when I’d cry.
It didn’t matter if I was happy or sad,
she just wanted me close by.
She lived a life happy and long,
but her body has failed her now.
It’s hard to believe she’s really gone,
she’ll live always in my heart somehow.
Mama will love you always, My Mia.
| Mia |
| 13, June 2003 |
| Jo Ellen & Bear Reynolds |