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Written on behalf of my Ralph, my Beautiful, loving, faithful companion and muse in life...dedicated to his family who miss him very, very much... |
Do not cry for me
Your tears always made me sad
And you would not wish me sad
For now, I run in fields again
Free from pain, energy returned.
My eyes, no longer blind
Enjoy the magic of all the vibrant colours
In this world of new adventures
A world where, one day, you and I
Will be together again
A world where, once more, you will feel
The excited brush of my wagging tail
Against your leg
A world where I will know again
The tinkle of your laughter
The tinkle of your laughter
And the tender, playful pat
Of your hand upon my head
Of your hand upon my head
So, no...
Do not cry for me
Do not cry for me
For we have not lost the other
We are merely standing at opposite ends
Of the playing field
Waiting to be reunited
And when that day comes
We will run joyfully towards the other
To resume our loving days of play, mischief, and cuddles
Lots and lots of cuddles.
© Copyright Lynn Gerrard
And when that day comes
We will run joyfully towards the other
To resume our loving days of play, mischief, and cuddles
Lots and lots of cuddles.