Sunday, June 21, 2009

The Stars Are Not Wanted Now




For Dawg

5 comments:

Jamie said...

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Cheesy said...

Oh my you didn't lose a furface did you?? If so I am so sorry dearheart....

Turnbaby said...

Jamie: I think this poem is an amazing expression of loss.

Cheesy: No sugar--this is for a friend.

Bond said...

It has been a year?

Wow...

I can not imagine the loss.

Meribah said...

Awww, what a sweet tribute.