Don't think of him as gone away
Never be sad or blue,
his spirit now soars through the clouds
lined in silky blue.
His eyes now see through golden fields
his legs are running free.
His eyes shine like the stars
the sweetest sight to see.
His stride is strong his heart is whole
as he roams this emerald land,
butterflies by is side with honor beside his hand.
He is as young as yesterday when he was very small,
the clumsy little pup chasing down that old ball.
He walks along a holy path with magic in the air,
alongside a bubbling brook without any care.
His legs take flight over the grass up above a ridge,
that hangs above his home up over rainbow bridge.
He stands above the grass then whispers to the air,
hoping Jesus hears his thoughts from within his golden chair.
He makes a wish, bows his head then closes his eyes tight,
a hand caresses his white head then wishes him a good night.
For he asks for no special wish no bone of any kind,
just a message to relay to his master should he find.
To always smile and be happy in the sky he'll always be,
waiting for that special day that he does welcome me.
To not be sad and never cry he is forever and a while,
the shadow alongside my walk and the laughter within my smile
~L.Bach~
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