Poetry 10
(c) Candace
"Hey, what happened, how did I get here?
I finally got a home,a name, and a friend!
After all of the running, the fear, and the tears
My time all alone had come to an end."
"Dear little one, you have no need to fear,
Your journey was all so carefully planned,
God knew that your path was a hard one
He gave you to him to know love and a name"
"But I see his tears - it's not fair - I won't go.
He opened his home and his life and his heart!"
"He gave you love, healing, and peace little one,
Those precious gifts were to be his part."
"He allowed you to know that the world does hold good,
And to heal from the wrongs you had known in your life.
Now you job is to watch over his heart from here,
And offer comfort to him during hardship and strife."
But I could have done that and stayed there with him,
We could have been happy and took on the world,
We could have held to each other, so tight, so secure
We could have grown so as our love was unfurled.
"Dear little one, you have no need to fear,
Your journey was all so carefully planned,
And your story together has only begun
The love that you share always will stand.
I stand beside you and see you weep
And I feel the love we will always keep
But you don't see me standing here
But we promised to stay always near
I may have walked ahead, round the bend
But please believe that this isn't the end
For love such as ours can never fade away
But grow ever stronger forever and one day
And you weep for what seems the end of our tale
As I stand here behind a thin Midnight Veil
You weep for I am gone to a place you cannot see
As you gaze upon a point where nothing seems to be
But I will never leave you, our love is far to true
I guard your path every step with my love for you
And though you cannot see me I watch your every day
Though you cannot hear me I hear every word you say
And when at last we're together again
At the Bridge that is at the Rainbow's end
Then our hearts rejoice as each other we see
And we start our journey through eternity
Quiet moments are rare, and most of my clothes are covered in fur,
I share my pillow and my favorite chair, and my favorite song is purr.
Figurines are routinely rearranged, and tablecloth slightly askew,
Life would be more ordered, but so empty if I had never met you
A breeze sways the flowersand a butterfly floats by,
A play of light and shadow to catch a watchful eye.
A little house kitten sees a novel chance to play -
A little feral kitten struggles through another day.
