2 days old |
A Puppy's
Farewell
by Nancy Walton
Where do the silken puppies go
Whose lives, before us,
Fade away?
Why are they taken from us,
Robbed of puppy romp
And puppy play?
Perhaps they might go to the same place
As babes who died in their mothers' arms
There they could lick those cherubs' cheeks
And lavish all their puppy charms.
A place they could run through fields of clover
And daisies and poppies and heather,
A place they could throw back their heads
And joyfully dance together.
And when the moon would come up at night
With baby's breath, they'd make a nest,
Angels and puppies would snuggle up tight
And smile sweet smiles
In peaceful rest.
This is the song of a saddened heart,
A love-tune, a last good-bye
To a puppy that never licked a face
To an emptiness I feel inside
To a part of me that holds him close
Even though he died. |
