Tom by Rachel Gordon / Rachel

Tom was a special cat. He was old but special. We used to rub his head between the eyes and he would pur loudly. When we sat on the picnic table he would jump up right next to me and my sister and fall asleep. Tom we miss you. We made you a grave without your body.

My Tom, my Tom, lay down in the lords arms and wait. I will come some day. Tom, My little Tom, lay down, lay down. I will come wait and see… just wait for me. Tom, My little Tom lay down by the holy river.
Drink, and wait for me.


Love your sister ,
Rachel Gordon