Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor….
then I remember
it’s where you used to lie
but now you are no more.
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet
and muted echoes sound….
then I remember
It’s where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road
and up beyond the hill
then I remember it can’t be yours….
your voice is still.
But I’ll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.
I’ll wrap these treasured memorials
in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend
until we meet above.
Ann-Marie
| Sam |
| 19, May 2001 |
| Ann-Marie |