She Kept My Secrets

Connie was a terrific best friend She kept my secrets forever and a day We were a galloping duo to the bitter end Then college called, and I was whisked away Fifteen hands high with a fanciness for fruit Connie was a gentle filly with a love that was full My two oldest children thought she was a hoot No one ever called Connie boring or dull I envision her running across verdant grasses A meadow that is taking her love of galloping easily Connie is giving angel children a ride with passes There is a special paradise where she rides breezily I see her black mane whipping in the air, she is fine. I know she is in heaven, where the best friends go. I am so grateful that Connie was totally mine. She will greet me in heaven, this I really know. Some Paradise Where Horses Go Contest: Michelle Faulkner Written: 3-14-2020