 |
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in
the world is more grateful for kindness than the heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand
between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me
the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must
know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting
ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated
animal, no longer used to the bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than
the privilege of sitting at your feet beside your hearth. Though had you no
home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the
softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I
am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you
were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that
I may stay well to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side,
and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life
be in danger.
And, my beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my
health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your
arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest - and I will
leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your
hands.
by Beth Norman Harris
Wind Beneath My Wings
Bette Midler
Written By Larry Henley and Jeff Silbar
|
     |
