Roomeight
In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong,
as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face,
where memories of childhood days belong,
a classmate, a friend, roommate_in our youthful race, ("Room 8") was your name.
Together we roam through time
and space in a pride of God's designate.
Till 1968 and beyond-the laughter echoed
in the air so pure,
does thereafter, in the hereafter St. Germaine
St. Francis to look after
as innocence and wonder doth endure and stay here.
We never truly part your courage of way of the Lion-hearted and lunch trays, paths diverge,
but nit on fish day eh Roo-Mate !
Leaving behind a mark that will forever surge
all the days, that is God's touch, showing the way.
And as the Town reminisces of days gone by,
and even now
we see your face, your smile, up in the sky Leonine Leonitus Realign ReUnite us we need your
spirit in this time to again find us,
one of your guiding kind.
A re-main ing reminder you are of the ties that bind,
in the recesses of the heart, you'll always find,
welcomed "Elysian Heights Leonine"
Starry Constellation of Memories of Mindful Minds.
Oh, feline friend, with whiskers so feeling for kind,
re cognition unexplanationed and that is just fine,
in your eyes, a wisdom that's sublime
in super-natural intervention of super natures cure.
You purred and nudged,
a comforting touch,
a loyal companion, they loved so much,
Heart's Oyster Capsule Catured in time's purrl.
Everyday is fish day when you are a fusher of mankind.
So here's to "Room 8", our memories bide-emissary-ambassador-of opportunities strange portals of Life opening balsam straits.
How you arrived is unknown to we mere mortals,
but every school day you were right on time
and had your summer break in kind
at the hands of the divine, each faithful summer
from 1952 to 1968,
In the echoes of time, you are forever tied to the hearts you inspired in mankind and feline, canine and your endowment spurred as living estate today,
as you were so blessed a blessing
as a real classmate, friend and magic-straight love's crazy eight, kitty cat, you are some sort of beast of a patron Saint, in the tapestry of Mankind-Animal-kind of fate, of hand played from God's sleeve in his deck of cards,
certainly this was an ace a powerplay
a furry face to walk and see each mornin'
on each school day,
God has told you-
you'll reunion again meet them,
your greatest fans and children
we wildren wilded in wait for re-roomate
at Heaven's Gate.
Truth is better than fiction, when God sends his patron Saints of Love and Benediction,
Magistrates, Purrfection.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2024
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