Viscous Breed!

They say you are viscous, they say you are mean,
Tho I’ve watched you close and no evil I’ve seen!
Your breed is condemned, needs to be extinct!
Well, the breeds not the problem, it’s the owner’s I think.
Any breed is viscous if taught to be so
And those who teach them I think are quite low!
Where is the glory in destroying a heart,
That is sweet and loving with the right start?
To teach one to kill for the sport and the money,
The blood and the gore to me is not funny!
Dogs taught to kill don’t always make the distinction
Of animal or child for they share the same demention.
Its true some breeds carry a guarding instinct,
To guard, not to kill, is a difference I think.
I know you don’t care just what my thoughts are
But my opinion of you is much lower by far!
To steal peoples pets to teach yours to kill
Then you brag and you gloat as you fatten your till!
A dangerous breed that needs to be destroyed?
Is the breed that teaches dogs to kill just for joy!
Kathy Henderson
4 - 1999

Tiny Paws

Tiny paws hold so tight my heart
For life shared with them will never depart.
Encased with love the paw prints still show
The truest of love I’ll ever know.
Tiny paws that now fly with new wings
As an angelic voice in my heart sings.
The breeze I feel so close at times
A reminder of the love that is still mine.
A breeze that whispers so soft and so sweet,
I’ll wait for you, again we will meet.
Tiny paws that nightly come visit me
To renew the love in my deepest sleep.
When the day dawns its comfort I feel
From those tiny paws that hold my heart still.
And as I go through the motions of life
Tiny paws are there to make it all right.
The lessons of love taught by this little one
Will live with me now till my time is done.
An angel she was from the day she was born,
My angel now in new wings not yet worn.
Still by my side, she fly’s round and round,
My heart in her paws still held safe and sound.
Kathy Henderson
5 - 1999

 

Times of Remembering

In my heart there is a place so empty and so still,
Void of feelings where once it was filled.
The happiness there replaced by the void
Of losing one whose love I so enjoyed.
Paw prints embedded deep in my soul,
Memories of which I will never let go.
Times of remembering have taken their claim,
Times being a mixture of laughter and pain.
Each day I awake a tear stings my eyes
For a bed that is empty, by my bed, by my side.
As I go through the day my mind does play tricks,
For I hear you behind me where on tile your nails clicked.
The phantom I hear resides in my mind
And brings back the pain I now claim as mine.
The space in my heart so empty, so still,
Will never again by another be filled.
The heart in itself an amazing thing
With pain in its hold still with other’s can sing.
Times of remembering can be kind if we allow
Then the pain in our hold simply softens somehow.
In pain we are lonely, to remember brings peace
For in memories lives love and our souls release.
Kathy Henderson
5 - 1999

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