Clear DayThe Beginning of Goodbye
 
Lying here queitly, holding you,
Cherishing precious moments, numbered and few.
Carefully carressing your dark sable head,
Facing tommorrow with pain and dread.
Yet.....for a little while......can you stay?
Even if only, just one more day?
Not quite yet......I cant let you go!
My roly poly BigFun, I love you so.....
And yet.....if you need to fly,
Your sweet spirit yearning for the sky,
God grant me the courage to set you free,
In sacraficial love for all you have given me.
 
Karen
 
Karen of the Scruff You Gang
[Posted in FML issue 3843]