The Quilt (c) PJ Patty Nine years have passed since we fixed the place For our Faithful Friend who went away; We mourned Her loss, but we took with love, The Friend who came to stay. Now by the side of that loved Friend Our other Beloved Dog lies. And I sometimes feel that my heart will break With the hurt of so many goodbyes. I have heard so may people say "I don't want to be hurt again." So they close their hearts, and they miss the joy They could've found in another Friend. They won't take the place of the Friend you lost; For each Love shall stand alone. But They'll become a part in a wonderful place, A place to call all Their own. The hurt that you thought would never heal Will be part of the yesterdays. The new Friend that joins you will be just as dear, Only in a different way. Each Faithful Friend that shares our hearts Weaves its own patch of memories; Each memory tucked in Their own special spot Filling us with its own inner peace. Over the years we spread out that quilt And touch each special patch. Gently remembering each tiny little Rainbow step shared with us As They made Their way to Their last. We pass on that quilt to our family Sharing each and every legacy In hopes that they too will add to it With each new Spirit living on eternally.. One day we will hold that quilt and from it A Rainbow will begin to grow; Shining on the Bridge where They are waiting To cross over till it was our time to go. As we Cross the Bridge to join them Their love shines through to light our path. We cross through the Gate to enter together. St. Peter welcomes each of us; the quilt is finished at last. |
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