Tribute to a Best Friend
Sunlight streams though window pane
unto a spot on the floor......
Then I
remember
It's where you used to lie
But now you are no more....
Our feet walk down at hall of carpet
and muted echoes sound..
Then I remember,
It's where your paw would joyously abound
A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the hill,
Then I remember it can't be yours....
Your golden voice is still
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
And lay them with the absent voice
And unused dish along the wall
I'll wrap these treasured memorials
in a blanket of my
love
And keep them for my best friend
untill we meet above.
Author Unknown