" Simba "
Oct. 10 1998
Golden Retriever
" In Memory of my beloved Simba"
Do not stand on my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
From his mommy,
Bárbara Campos
| Simba |
| Barbara |