ClickMini
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So many times you have reached out to our forum friends in times of sorrow with a beautiful poem you have written. When I lost my little foal last year, there it was, a touching gesture from you.
I have been so overwhelmed with grief for you today! I thought to myself what would Marty do if she heard of this happening to someone? Well, I think you would sit down and write a poem. Here is my attempt to do the same for you.
Crooked Halo
My angel has a halo, though crooked it may be.
He is someone special, especially to me.
His laughter, mischief, sparkling eyes,
Are part of me, you see.
Through years of fun and trials too,
Our love only grew.
Our little boy became a man,
A man so strong and true.
We watched him tumble his way through life,
So carefree did he seem.
Yet in his heart a love so big,
To share it was his dream.
To build a family farm on a special piece of land,
So many fence posts, shovels, tools, have felt his strong hand.
Blisters, hot sun, flooding too,
All he could withstand.
Oh yes, he was a cheater too,
The trouble it did brew,
The day he helped old granny
Get a BINGO, and from her table she flew.
Animals both big and small
Held our boy within their thrall.
Whinnies, nickers, barks, meows,
Brought smiles so big for one and all.
A firefighter he would be,
Run into burning buildings, set people free.
And when the flames weren't burning,
Save kittens high in trees.
His final chapter here on earth came all too suddenly soon.
Our boy was simply gone you see, one awful night in June.
Although not here in earthly form, his spirit will remain.
And that crooked halo is straightened now, over that blue moon.
Amy Lacy
June 10, 2006
Sending you all my love Marty, you just don't deserve this horrible, breathtaking pain.
I have been so overwhelmed with grief for you today! I thought to myself what would Marty do if she heard of this happening to someone? Well, I think you would sit down and write a poem. Here is my attempt to do the same for you.
Crooked Halo
My angel has a halo, though crooked it may be.
He is someone special, especially to me.
His laughter, mischief, sparkling eyes,
Are part of me, you see.
Through years of fun and trials too,
Our love only grew.
Our little boy became a man,
A man so strong and true.
We watched him tumble his way through life,
So carefree did he seem.
Yet in his heart a love so big,
To share it was his dream.
To build a family farm on a special piece of land,
So many fence posts, shovels, tools, have felt his strong hand.
Blisters, hot sun, flooding too,
All he could withstand.
Oh yes, he was a cheater too,
The trouble it did brew,
The day he helped old granny
Get a BINGO, and from her table she flew.
Animals both big and small
Held our boy within their thrall.
Whinnies, nickers, barks, meows,
Brought smiles so big for one and all.
A firefighter he would be,
Run into burning buildings, set people free.
And when the flames weren't burning,
Save kittens high in trees.
His final chapter here on earth came all too suddenly soon.
Our boy was simply gone you see, one awful night in June.
Although not here in earthly form, his spirit will remain.
And that crooked halo is straightened now, over that blue moon.
Amy Lacy
June 10, 2006
Sending you all my love Marty, you just don't deserve this horrible, breathtaking pain.
