In My Eyes –
In my eyes, they are so beautiful,
All God’s creatures that are so mystical.
Their trust in man seems born in them,
Innocent as babies, they come to us then.
In my eyes, we should never abuse
God’s little creatures for His favor we’ll lose.
A vessel of the purest love to be found
Offered in silence without any bounds.
In my eyes, there’s peace we will know
If we but let them, they sooth our souls.
They’re ever faithful when others are cold,
Even offer their lives against those who are bold.
In my eyes, our Lord saw our needs.
He saw our torment and heard our pleas.
Life’s not kind we needed a friend,
To be true and to love us right to the end.
In my eyes, the dog is his blessing.
No questions, no lies, just love never-ending.
Our desperate prayers have already been answered
For the dogs’ eyes, reveal His peace ever after.
Kathy Henderson
It’s Been Long Enough!
My how quiet the house is today.
It’s been that way since you went away.
I look at your bed, your bowl, all your stuff,
And I think to myself, it’s been long enough!
Yes, it was “me” sent you out there to show
And yes, “I” said to a handler you’d go.
But the house is so quiet without you its bare,
I think to myself as I see a tuft of your hair.
You’re such a good dog in every possible way,
I just can’t wait till you’re back home to stay!
Didn’t think I would miss you, no, not this much!
You’re so cute with your antics and such.
You’ve won your title!! The call just came in,
But your handler says “special” this dog for he’ll win!
More time from me, I think to myself
But neither can I see putting you on the shelf.
You’re gorgeous, you’re perfect, you’re all you can be!
My special baby, I so want you with me.
But I guess we’ll try this “special” thing
Then you fly home as tho you had wings!
I’ll be right here with arms open wide
For my little boy, my source of pride.
You go ahead now and you strut your stuff
Then hurry on home, it’s been long enough!
Kathy Henderson
Misty Blue Days
The weather outside is misty and blue,
Its times like this that I think of you.
The loneliness sets in `bout this time each day
When the days work is done and all put away.
These misty blue days were always our best.
We’d just hang together play house-games and jest.
Nighttime would come, we’d snuggle up then,
Watch TV together or talk of times when.
Course I did the talking and you’d just listen
While I stroked your coat, my, how it glistened.
You shared my life, each thought, each fear.
I held you so close for so many years.
Try as I might I just can’t adjust
To being without you tho I know I must.
Everything here a reminder of you
For everything here you were a part of to.
I don’t think I realized just how the bond
Between us had grown so very strong.
Right by my side day in and day out,
My constant companion, my baby no doubt.
These misty blue days are so hard to bear,
The memories so strong of those days we shared.
So lonely here without you around
As I look `round the house, the house without sound.
Kathy Henderson
What Is That??
What is that? Well, it’s a dog, for sure not a cat!
As for the breed, who can figure that?!
One ear flops, one ear sticks up,
One has no hair, the other has tufts!
His tail is smooth but just to the end,
Straggly hair there and the end of it bends.
His coat so uneven, parts straight and part curls,
Long scraggly whiskers cover teeth white as pearls.
Long skinny legs with feet big as snowshoes,
Eyes not the same either, one brown and one blue!
His color all mucky, neither this nor that,
Who can figure the breed, can’t tell where it’s at!
A “show dog” he’s not just so ugly he’s cute
And his little “kissy” tongue I just can’t rebuke.
A dump in my yard and so thankful is he
To find someone friendly, a softy, like me.
I see past the “ugly” of this little dog
For inside there’s a heart bigger than us all.
Asleep at my feet as I sit and write,
Secure is he now as those big feet run in flight.
His size I don’t worry nor even his looks
For in my heart he’s won his special nook.
Whoever dumped him cheated themselves,
If I knew who they were, I’d thank them myself.
What is that? Who knows and who cares
For the rest of his life my home he will share.
For my life he’s already brightened, you see,
This little dumped dog someone gave to me.
Kathy
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