| SEPARATION |
| My daughter had a pony that she loved with all her heart. Then came the day that we had to move And my child and her pony would have to part. There would be no place for the pony to stay So we wrote an ad and quite clearly did say: FOR SALE: One pony. Very gentle...much loved To someone who'll promise she won't be shoved Or beaten, or kicked; but very well fed With lots of hay and soft straw for her bed. In response to the ad a man came to our home With a charming wee daughter of his own. He looked at the pony; exclaimed, "What a prize!" And excitement flashed wild in his daughter's eyes. He promised to take good care of the pony. His concern for her was real, not phony. Meanwhile... Tears streamed down my little girl's face. At the time it seemed such a dreadful disgrace That this separation had to take place. "Her name is Ginger," she bravely said As she planted a kiss on her pony's head. "She's been my best friend for most of my life And I really love her so... But if you can give her a happy home I think I can let her go." That parting taught her a lesson That would help her throughout the years; For after awhile the wounds finally healed And a smile replaced the tears. Though the child had lost her very best friend She discovered the world did not come to an end; For, as time eases pain, thoughts of good times remain. In her memory she's with her lost friend once again. Copyright by Barbara A. Duits 1999 |
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