Før natten ble til dag forsto vi
at tiden nå var inne til å slippe
henne over regnbuebroen og bli
gjenforent med sin søster
Lucy
enda en gang. 11 dager før sin 14
års-dag fikk hun sovne rolig inn
på teppet sitt, med hodet på
matmors hånd. Tusen takk for
følget, tante fante!
Sunlight streams through window pane,
Unto a spot on the floor . . .
Then I remember, it's where you used to lie,
But now you are no more . . .
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
And muted echoes sound . . .
Then I remember, it's where your paws
A bark is heard along the road,
Your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot on the floor,
And the empty muted hall,
Lay them with the absent bark,
And unused dish, along the wall . . .
I'll wrap these treasured memories
And keep them for my loving friend,