To see your smiling face.
To feel your sweet embrace.
To hear your laughing voice.
To hold you and rejoice.
To kiss your sweet little nose.
To tickle your cute little toes.
To share your whispered secrets.
To embrace and safely keep it.
To have you in my arms again.
To have forever never end.
To have you one more day.
To have JUST one more day.
no one to protect,
precious lily of the field
beauty rare and joyous life
taken long before its time
Lily, Lily white and spotless
small and sweet but tortured she
fragile, gentle, caring Lily
dancing, singing, playing, laughing
life cut short by senseless rage
bruised and battered for no reason
by a monster with no feeling
Jesus, keep sweet little Lily
tightly in your loving arms
kiss her, hug her, hold her closely
wipe away her earthly tears
now she’s safe and free from trouble
no more harm will come her way
Lily, Lily precious Lily
in our hearts you’ll always stay
One
little
morning peep
she would speak to
greet my day, my sweet
African Grey . . . She was
my friend, my confidante. I
bottle fed my baby bird and . . . .
we would sing. Such joy she brought me in
her sweet way. My precious friend died today.
For the "Blink Contest" Sponsored by: John Heck
Note:
***My daughter lives alone with her two pet Siberian Huskies
and her 2 and half month old African Grey Parrot she named
Dharma. Jennifer called me this morning at 5am crying to tell
me that her little bird died at the Vets. I wrote this Etheree in
her honor.
Clara, Clara come out to play
And rise from your satin bed
Close the door against the day
And I won’t tell you’re dead
Clara my sweet Clara
The angels bid you wake
The tyrants rise before your eyes
Against a closed mistake
Clara oh sweet Clara
Remember why you’re dead
And why you lay among the stones
That gently forms your bed
Clara, Clara come out to play
Awake oh gentle loom
And weave your meaning in the day
And out from the tomb
As i sit here in this four bedroom place that was once going to be our home all the rooms are
empty now the toys that once use to fill the floor are no longer there the hangers that your
clothes once hung upon now hang there bare there is none of your sweet laughter that once
use to fill the air gone are the sounds of your footsteps upon the floor gone are all the
fingerprints that you left on the walls gone are the sounds of your voices calling down the hall
gone are all your sweet kisses from upon my face gone are you from me no one will ever
take your place
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