Forever’s A Long Time

The time span “forever”
is beyond our understanding.
Tho’ we know for sure
it means “never ending”.
Your body has left
this world that we know,
its your love I have kept
etched deep in my soul.
Its mine forever,
you gave it to me
and “forevers” a long time,
the end we can’t see.
I’m glad I can’t see
the end of time
for I might have to give up
the love thats all mine.
Not willing to do so,
never will be!
“Forevers” a long time --
I need it for me.
Poem and background by Kathy Henderson

Eternal Greed

My hearts not into writing this day
yet theres so many things I need to say.
Feeling so deep they need to surface
maybe to someone they’ll have some purpose.
I’m not young and through my lifes years,
I’ve seen so much thats brought me to tears.
People with pets who claim to love them
yet treat their pet badly, the pet really their victim.
Of course, there are those whose pets are so lucky
treated like kings, their little “Fluffy”.
Wouldn’t it be nice if that were true for them all?
Then man before God could stand straight and tall!
But man is so blind he can’t see his blessings,
our gift from God, of that theres no guessing.
I know of no other animal on earth
who willingly serves man with all his worth.
The handicapped they serve so happily,
in nursing homes to, you’ll see them in therapy.
Guard our homes and work in rescue’s,
chase away the loneliness from me and you.
So why are these blessings treated so badly,
the tortures man brings, we see so sadly.
Dumps on the roads, lost, scared and confused,
experiments in labs, puppy mill abused.
Those raised for sport then thrown away
when they can no longer compete at the end of the day.
The answer so simple for it is mans greed,
a few bucks for the pup, no care if he bleeds.
Once paid the pups yours, no guarantees,
and if that pup dies, don’t come back to me!
Its up to us to stop the support
for theres breeders out there with good reports.
To appeal to their hearts is useless, you see,
for if they cared at all, the abuse would not be.
Stop the money, deny them their income!
Just one of the ways that we can win some.
If we work together, we will make a dent
to help those little souls to us Heaven sent.
I believe dogs were meant our companions to be,
not vices to serve mans eternal greed!
Kathy Henderson 1998

Precious Prissy

She was a Sheltie,
her name Precious Prissy,
to speak of her now
my eyes still get misty.
Cancer took her so long ago,
the pain has subsided
but the loneliness grows.
At times she seemed so human
I’d forget she was canine.
Her Sheltie talk clear,
I even understood sometimes.
She understood me
no questions or doubts,
the first by my side
for support in lifes bouts.
Others are out there
who would take her space,
but not a one could ever
take her place!
A tear in my heart
that never will mend
for my Precious Prissy,
my special lost friend.

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