I shall walk in the Sun above
Whose golden light you loved.
I shall sleep alone and, stirring, touch an empty place.
I shall write uninterrupted.
Would that your gentle paw could stir my moving
pen just once again.
I shall see beauty, but none to match
your living grace.
I shall hear music but none so sweet as the
droning song with which you loved me.
I shall fill my days but I shall not, can not, forget.
Sleep soft dear friend, for while I live
you shall not die.

=Michael Joseph=

Katie, 2002

Maribeth, 2000

     Foster, 1998

   Winston, 1996

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