Craftlady
03-18-2004, 10:58 AM
My husband writes poetry and has been published. He just completed this as a tribute to Butterscotch. Get the kleenex out :)
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You perched on my computer desk
staring outside the window,
conversing with the noisy blue jays,
inviting them for dinner.
Like a pendulum, your orange tail swung,
its tip, white as a cotton ball;
patiently, hoping they would come
before you retired upstairs for the day.
Another time, you laid beside me
as I wrote lines to a poem.
Your lemon eyes followed the pen
until the moment came to strike.
With gentle paws, you played,
bringing me joy I never knew;
a longing stare from your face
brought warmth to this human heart.
Now you are gone
and a piece of me is lost.
I miss the assurance of your purr
that welcomed the morning dawn,
knowing you were there
brought a sanctuary to my soul.
Some say there’s a rainbow bridge
beyond heaven's pearly gates;
old become young again,
the infirmed, healthy once more.
I know if there’s such a place,
we’ll be together my Butterscotch,
you're absent from my human eyes,
but never from my heart.
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You perched on my computer desk
staring outside the window,
conversing with the noisy blue jays,
inviting them for dinner.
Like a pendulum, your orange tail swung,
its tip, white as a cotton ball;
patiently, hoping they would come
before you retired upstairs for the day.
Another time, you laid beside me
as I wrote lines to a poem.
Your lemon eyes followed the pen
until the moment came to strike.
With gentle paws, you played,
bringing me joy I never knew;
a longing stare from your face
brought warmth to this human heart.
Now you are gone
and a piece of me is lost.
I miss the assurance of your purr
that welcomed the morning dawn,
knowing you were there
brought a sanctuary to my soul.
Some say there’s a rainbow bridge
beyond heaven's pearly gates;
old become young again,
the infirmed, healthy once more.
I know if there’s such a place,
we’ll be together my Butterscotch,
you're absent from my human eyes,
but never from my heart.