God's Lesser Children

Poem of Remembrance Remembering Man’s Best Friend “God’s Lesser Children” Who says that all must vanish. Surely wilted flower's scent, does yet remain within its seed. As they stood guard, Now, we too stand To guard the memory of selfless acts These lesser children, who knew us well. Our gate and stride, our scent, our call, Each gave their lot, no less than all. To peer again beneath that gaze and feel the nearness of where he lays. Such sacred moments, etched in stone, Forever sacred and mine alone. But now it dresses you again, You whose life these lives did hold. Clad in friendship, from breast to knee, A life not long, but oh so pure, it's scent and song remains in you, with timeless honor, and future sure. Randall