~To Our Shame ~
When the world turns on us and we’re destitute,
We’re alone in self-pity and fear we can’t rebuke.
So shattered are we that there seems no salvation
Of life as we know it, all we feel is damnation.
Our heart filled with sorrow for all that we lost,
What did we do wrong to pay such a cost?
Our home is gone; we’ve no place to sleep.
Not one soul who passes cares why we weep.
No one asks, “When’s the last time you ate?”
You can’t remember but your stomach sure aches.
You sit in the rain so cold you’re just frozen,
The wind doesn’t help, boy, is it ever blowin!
Your life you fear will end this night
For there’s no power you have to change your plight.
I can’t talk to you with words to my voice,
I would for sure had I been given the choice.
You’d hear how much love I would give to you,
More than enough to last two lifetimes through!
Your best friend I’d be ‘til the day that I died,
But now it’s too late, my last breath I have sighed.
A little dumped puppy from an unwanted whelp
Lays dead by the road, he could find no help.
It’s to our shame these sights so often seen,
But there is an answer to stop human acts so mean.
To spay or neuter stops unwanted whelps,
If moneys your problem, there are those who give help.
A phone call from you is all it will take,
Then on the roads we won’t see your mistakes.
But if you really doubt there is help to be found,
Then pick up the phone, call your local dog pound.
They’ll put you in touch with those who will help
To stop dumps on the roads caused by unwanted whelps.
Kathy Henderson
2 - 1999
Two Old Souls
When we met was just a short time ago,
eleven years is not long, as we all know.
It goes so fast these few years we share,
we’re suddenly old, no time to spare.
Look at us now, me in my chair with you
in my lap.
We’re settled in for yet another nap.
This used to be play-time, our “exercise”,
to run and play now would be our dimise!
For you can’t run and neither can I,
so that ball on the floor, we’ll just let it lie.
We’re comfortable here snuggled together,
we’ll just stay in, out of the weather.
We’ll watch the young one’s who are
still so athletic,
not old like us with their bones so arthritic.
We have our memories of those days
when we did it all, everything in a craze!
These young one’s now couldn’t have kept
our pace,
we would have put them all in their place!
Sweet memories now as we rock together,
so warm and cozy snuggled here out of the
weather.
I look at you now and your chin is all white,
my hair is to, we must be a sight!
The “golden years” are where we are now,
but each year for us has always been “golden”
somehow.
Our life’s been full, each moment we savor,
each memory stored in our hearts forever.
So we’ll just sit here and savor some more,
see who wakes who with the loudest snore!
Content we are and content we will stay --
two old souls, rockin’ the day away.
Kathy Henderson
9 - 1998
We'll Meet Again
When we meet again it will be so sweet,
We'll walk together down Heaven's golden street.
We'll lounge on a cloud, so fluffy, so white
And count all the stars we see in the night.
Maybe fly to the moon and check it to see
If the stories are true that it's made of cheese.
And if it is we'll take a few bites,
Leave half a moon to shine in the night.
We'll chase each other through heavens so clear,
Try not to run over those we come near.
Fly under storm clouds and dodge lightning bolts,
They used to scare us but now they're just jokes.
Oh how wonderful is the Heaven I see
When once again by my side you will be.
To again be strong as we were in our youth,
To know forever love lives in truth.
The peace we will know and to know time can't destroy,
The love, the trust between us, my precious boy.
It's a recurring dream I have quite often,
A happy dream and my loneliness it softens.
And when on earth my days become bleak
And it's my turn Heavens gate to seek.
I won't fear the darkness for your trail remains
To lead me to you where.... we'll meet again!
Kathy Henderson
3 - 1999
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