Poetry
(c) Candace
Our heartsre forever linked, we are part one of the other
We bound our souls together and a journey we began
We faced the world as one as we traveled through this life
We chose our trail and then began walking hand in hand.
Now I continue the journey on the path we had chosen
And as I face our path alone and you travel on ahead
I know that you are also here to guide and guard my steps
To help me to keep true to the path where you once lead
And though now there is only a single set of footprints
I do not fear for I know that I still travel on with you
I feel you as you continue to lead and guide my steps
As you continue leading me from just beyond my view
Just a small fluff of tangled fur,
left on your own too young.
Were you seen as too small or too weak,
or was the damaged tail seen as a sign?
Time, and patience,and love,
and you healed and you grew,
you took a place in our hearts
and became a part of our circle.
You grew in body and spirit
knowing no fear except not knowing.
By day you wandered and explored,
learing and challenging.
By night a small warm spot on our bed
sleeping safe and sheltered.
Did your curiosity lead you too far?
Did you follow another without knowing to look?
Were you chased by an older male seeking territory?
We'll never know what sent you to the road,
or why the driver didn't stop,
We can only hopethat we gave you a happy life
and filled your short time with a lifetime of feeling loved.
Would I could go through life wearing blinders
And block from my view all pain and sorrow.
But if I did would happiness be as sweet,
Or sorrow cushioned by hope for tomorrow?
Without the storms the calm days would just be,
Would there be happiness if that is all there was?
If all souls filled our hearts so we complete each other
Could we really still understand the beauty of love?
Our miracle child - they never would guess,
I watch you, all of life's treats enjoying,
Wander through life little princess,
All your feminine feline wiles employing.
Each day is borrowed, they told us to give up,
They said you'd never have chance at all,
Your battle you could not hope to win,
The odds were too great, your chances too small.
So I'm thankful for the little things, the normal things,
Thankful as I watch each obstacle you climb,
Hopeful as I wait for what the new day brings,
And each night I ask for one more day of borrowed time
