Tis the Season…

The season is upon us with all of its cheer
But one is missing that I loved so dear.
Through the hustle and bustle I sit and I watch
With a heart so in pain no spirit I’ve caught.
My home is so empty in silence I weep
For you are no longer here at my feet.
I shouldn’t be sad for the many years we’ve shared
Were perfect for me now I face a future so bare.
I had no belief that you’d ever be gone,
Without you around it just seems so wrong.
Seasons before were full of good cheer
With you always beside me, so close and so near.
Each new season to come will bear the same pain
For the emptiness I feel will still be the same.
When you look down from the stars far above,
Look for my heart that’s still so full of love
Sending its message with hopes that you’ll see
How very much your life meant to me.
How beautiful you were with eyes so alive,
The way you gave comfort so I could survive.
Your memory will always bring a smile to my face,
Oh, how lucky I am it was my life you graced.
Kathy Henderson
12 - 1999

 

When I Was a Pup

When I was a pup it was to my delight
To roll in the mud wherever I might.
My Mom yelled and yelled tho I couldn’t see
Why she’d grab the hose and squirt cold water on me!
The mud was so cool and squished through my toes
And I loved all the smells it held for my nose.
If she’d just let it dry it would shake from my coat
Then I wouldn’t need squirted by that old cold hose!
But chase me she does tho she’s funny to see
As she slips and she slides in the mud after me.
I don’t think I want to understand her words
For some words I know that humans call “curse”.
I think it’s a game, a delightful one to
As she gets covered in mud the same as I do.
But when the games over and I have been caught
She grabs that cold hose, escape I cannot!
Herself she cleans with water so warm
While I shiver and shake my look so forlorn.
But she has no sympathy for poor pitiful me
Cause she knows tomorrow my game we’ll repeat!
I know she loves me, she knows I love mud
And snicker I will when she falls with a thud!
I’ll hear her bad words and feel that cold hose
But as long as there’s mud I’ll be in it she knows.
I guess human senses just aren’t as refined
For the treasures in mud are many I find.
Now that I’m grown and no longer a pup,
Trained and obedient I’ll even sit up,
But let the rain come and see the glow in my eyes
For there is new mud and that hose I despise!
Kathy Henderson
11 - 1999

Go to more poems