You are gone now, but still remain--
we petted you one last time, as you slipped away--
no more to be troubled by tumors and pain
yet today you were with me, walking down the lane,
and hunting the birds in the early morning light.
My tears still run, my voice chokes up
yet I hear your voice in my dreams
your soul lives on
your presence is with us still.
I plant the summer flowers for the deck
remembering last Sunday, as you lay at our feet
enjoying the sun, and being together,
in peace, and with love,
your favorite times.
Still with us, I know
Spirit never dies, and memories linger
in our hearts, forever
though tears fall, again and again.
--Neal Lemery, 5/3/10
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