the sturdy gate
that swinging open in the wind
lets the butterflies dance through
singing Kum by ya
Without knowing the words
but then none shall pass
unless marked by the guardian
or carrying food that the guardian
wants to eat.
None shall pass
or the mark of the guardian on their hands!
sometimes remembering dogs is hard
Lovely words, dogs are precious, any one lucky enough to own dogs or may be they own you? Beautiful..
The dogs that live in my house, point out that they own me!
Thank you so much for sharing so kind & warm emotions!!! This poem is great!!!
thank you for the kind words. I found an old book of poem fragments, ones that I never really finished. This is one of those.
This post is worthy of emotions especially with the photo because I am a dog lover.
so I am, Gwen was with us for many years. I still miss her.
I remember Brownie fondly and the last time I saw him was devistating
sorry about that. I know words don’t really help. It is hard when we love any part of our family.
It is difficult Doc, I have many I have lost and miss so much.
Your gift to the rest of us is helping us keep our spirits up. Thank you for that Carol!