Although I am not the poet that Sue Pyron is, I have written a response
to her post from the shelter`s standpoint. (I re-posted her sweet poem,
in case some of you didn`t see it)


>From:    Sue Pyron <[log in to unmask]>
>Subject: A Sign of the Times  A poem by Sue Pyron
>
>A Sign of the Times
>
>She told him she was sorry 'bout a hundred times or more.
>She climbed the stairs still shaking as she stood outside the door.
>Her heart was in her throat, with silent tears she had to cry.
>For this was it, the day she dread, the day she'd say goodbye.
>
>So much she didn't want to give her precious baby up.
>All was fine until last month when someone pulled the rug.
>The hardest thing ahe'd ever know came up upon her fast.
>She had to break a promise that her home would be his last.
>
>She stood there for a second more then the door opened wide.
>The tears were falling down now, the same tears she tried to hide.
>The woman op'ning up the door said you're upset I see.
>And then she said those awful words, please give him here to me.
>
>The woman she had spoken with stood steady at the door.
>Please tell me all  the things I need to know then tell me more.
>Tell me how you'll always love him more than words can say.
>Tell me that inside your heart his memory will stay.
>
>The woman that he knew and loved turned quickly on her heel.
>She could not bear to leave him and she knew it was too real.
>Her heart would always hold him close, she'd love him 'til she died.
>Then the door closed behind her, now her love was safe inside.
>
>To give him up she thought, it was the right thing left to do.
>She had no money for his care, what else was she to do?
>She got into her car, in tears she slowly drove away.
>She'd always love her little man, forever and a day.
>
>S. Pyron
>8/21/11

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Before she left her baby here,
& quickly drove away,
We asked her if she`d volunteer,
To visit him & play.

Money was in short supply,
& we`d take on his care--
But she could come & visit him,
(We knew she`d not be there.)

A shelter sees it every day,
They leave their kids & go,
Do they send treats at Christmas time,
or help us? Heaven`s no.

And sanctuaries see it through,
Until that final day,
We hold thet baby, loving it
Until it slips away.

We`re used to broken promises,
& cleaning up the mess,
We forfiet money, sleep, & time---
But the kids give happiness...

Love,
Zoo

[Posted in FML 7163]