Rip Little Moses
Rest in peace little Moses,
your job here is done.
In birdie years
you had a good run.
Fly up to the heavens,
free and with joy.
I'll miss your sweet song
my lovely, wee boy.
A joy you had been
for many a year
and I'll miss you my friend,
a pet, oh so dear.
Goodbye little Moses,
may God give you wing
to fly through the heavens
and with angels sing.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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