This is the second poem my son wrote about our fist rescue.
 
"RENAE"
 
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST,
MEMORIES FORGOTTEN, MEMORIES LOST.
DUMPED IN A STOR, NOT LOVED ANYMORE.
A GRAY BALL OF FUZZ, A FAMILY NOW FULL OF BUZZ.
EYEBROWS RAISED AND QUESTIONS ASKED.
FEELINGS GREW, AND LOVE STARTS TO BREW.
DEALS ARE SEALED AND INJURIES HEALD.
FUTURE FULL OF HOPE, NO MORE PEOPLE SAYING NOPE.
NOW IS THE TIME, FORE THE TIME NOW IS RIGHT.
BUT JUST ONE QUESTION, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD DEATH SAY SORRY?
WELL I DID: THE DAY THAT HE SAID NOT YET!
THE DAY RENAE STAYED WITH US, THE DAY SHE GLOWED AS A SAINT!
(RENAE:12-93 TO 3-6-99) 1WK BEFOR MY BITHDAY.
 
Debi of the fuzzy loving ferret rescue P-burg, NJ
 
WEASLE QUEEN
[Posted in FML issue 4930]