Just wanted to share----

[fire child]

so my dog that i've had since I was six got sick and my Da had to put her down, ON father's day no less. My brother could not be with my Da and the rest of us siblings because his wife is sick, and he sent this poem. My Da loved that dog as much as I did. I just wanted to share this, because it touched Me, my three brothers, seven sisters, and Da so greatly. It shall be used at my brother's wife's funeral if she passes. I hope everyone finds a little happiness in everything, and like this poem, pass it along.

I miss you in the morning, dear,
when all the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
your tender smile for me,
the charm of you, the joy of your
unfailing sympathy.
The world is full of folks, it's true,
but there was only one of you.

I miss you at the noontide, dear;
the crowded city street
seems but a desert now, I walk
in solitude complete.
I miss your hand upon my own
the light touch of your hand,
the quick gleam in the eyes of you
so sure to understand.
The world is full of folks, it's true,
but there was only one of you.

I miss you in the evening, dear,
when daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
to rest me from the day,
i try to think I see you yet
there where the firelight gleams--
weary at last, I sleep, and still
I miss you in my dreams.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
but there was only one of you.
----anonymous

 

[Rybka]

On the Passing of a Best Friend

Old Dogs Do Not Die, Author unknown

We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know,
For who, but I can see you lie,
Each night, in fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing wit the wind,
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass.
And, when I call, no one but I
Can see the bending grass.


Argus
By Alexander Pope

When wise Ulysses, from his native coast
Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd,
Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone,
To all his friends, and ev'n his Queen unknown,
Changed as he was, with age, and toils, and cares,
Furrow'd his rev'rend face, and white his hairs,
In his own palace forc'd to ask his bread,
Scorn'd by those slaves his former bounty fed,
Forgot of all his own domestic crew,
The faithful Dog alone his rightful master knew!

Unfed, unhous'd, neglected, on the clay
Like an old servant now cashier'd, he lay;
Touch'd with resentment of ungrateful man,
And longing to behold his ancient lord again.
Him when he saw he rose, and crawl'd to meet,
('Twas all he could) and fawn'd and kiss'd his feet,
Seiz'd with dumb joy; then falling by his side,
Own'd his returning lord, look'd up, and died!

 

[Cloudbrst9]

so my dog that i've had since I was six got sick and my Da had to put her down, ON father's day no less. My brother could not be with my Da and the rest of us siblings because his wife is sick, and he sent this poem. My Da loved that dog as much as I did. I just wanted to share this, because it touched Me, my three brothers, seven sisters, and Da so greatly. It shall be used at my brother's wife's funeral if she passes. I hope everyone finds a little happiness in everything, and like this poem, pass it along.

I miss you in the morning, dear,
when all the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
your tender smile for me,
the charm of you, the joy of your
unfailing sympathy.
The world is full of folks, it's true,
but there was only one of you.

I miss you at the noontide, dear;
the crowded city street
seems but a desert now, I walk
in solitude complete.
I miss your hand upon my own
the light touch of your hand,
the quick gleam in the eyes of you
so sure to understand.
The world is full of folks, it's true,
but there was only one of you.

I miss you in the evening, dear,
when daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
to rest me from the day,
i try to think I see you yet
there where the firelight gleams--
weary at last, I sleep, and still
I miss you in my dreams.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
but there was only one of you.
----anonymous

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fire child,

That is a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing it.

cb9

 

[fire child]

another day, and nothing I've done

another year, and nothing I've done. yeah yeah.
once upon a time,
she was happy.
Ran like the wind
shaggy fur streaking
muddy colored mutt
walking at my side
I've found in her a love
that will never die.

Glad you guys liked the poem... sorry haven't been on much. taking care of my brother jamie kyle's six kids while he spends time with his wife at the hosppital. things have gotten pretty crappy around here.

anyone got a bit of sunshine in their pocket to share?

 

[Maria2394]

sunshine

Glad youre back, I was worried about you. Thought something awful ahppened. Dont worry, everything runs in cycles and nothing can stay "down" forever!! Believe me, I know...take care say Hi sometiime M

 

[fire child]

A poem from a friend

The Prayer.....

That one so young could fear so much,
or that her heart could be so shattered,
that a soul could be so lost, lose touch
with life and think that nothing mattered,
perplexed him now, confused his mind,
disturbed his own soul deep within and left
him paralyzed to act, no words to find
to touch this heart of very life bereft;
What could he do, what could he say? He cared.....
How could he reach her now so far away?
The eyes that once glowed love she shared
were empty, blank and staring, and every day
she seemed to spin her life away, never even caring.

Of those that once had robbed her soul,
who still would use her life, crush
those hopes of hers so often she had told,
the dreams he knew were there, he could not rush
to judgement 'ere too soon; they were the worst,
the depths of human degradation,
devoid of soul and always putting first
their own desires and evil inclinations;
It angered him, not just at them but even
at himself, for from his own heart he so tried
to keep out anger, any thought of hatred, giving
always love to all; but now his heart did cry,
he could not seem to reach her, no matter how he tried.

Could one so beautiful within, a soul so caring,
a heart so filled with love, so much desire
for sharing, ever be recaptured now? The tearing
at his own heart bore his very soul so near the fires
of Hell that pondered caution he never thought about,
and nothing he now feared as much as seeing
her so hurt and badly broken; he raised his voice, a shout
to heaven up above, "God, look upon us helpless beings,
is there not just one Angel you can send,
do you not see how much she's needing,
are prayers just words upon the wind?"
He cried his heart out, poured his soul upon the ground,
then heard a voice that brought the answer to his pleading,
"You are all Angels to each other...... you go, and try again."


.........I miss my dog.