Midge by Jayne


" Midge "

Dec. 8 1983 ----- Dec. 9 1998

Sealpoint Siamese

To my darling Midge -

I talk to you everyday I feel your spirit with me.

Words can never express how sad I feel when I recall

our last moments together but I know the love we

shared is still as strong as ever.

I will always love you.


"Dear Friend"

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentale autumn rain.

When you awaken int he mornings hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there: I did not die.