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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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