" Yasmine "
Dec. 25 1989 ------- Nov. 8 1998
Domestic Short Hair
Dark clouds gathered into their bosom
the spirit and soul of my heart's joy
And a chasm deep mysterious filled with pain
Tore me apart a fine-honed knife
I'll never see her again in this life.
The skies wept for joy,
tamping the earth 'round her small form.
Our girl is lost to us now save memory
Grief so raw my heart torn wide
open to the vultures of grief inside.
Yasmine sweet wide-eyed girl of mine
I'll not erase the memory of you
Your small head trusting upon my arm
Your lovely voice chiming octaves still in my mind...
I cannot replace you nor would I try.
You are gone to God's arms and so I wait
a reunion in heaven come sooner than late.
Tammi and Andreas