ROOM IN YOUR HEART
Sorrow fills a barren
space
you close your eyes and
see my face
and think of times I
made you laugh
the love we shared, the
bond we had,
the special way I needed
you -
the friendship shared
by just we two.
The day's too quiet,
the world seems older,
the wind blows now a
little colder.
You gaze into the empty
air
and look for me, but
I'm not there -
I'm in heaven and I watch
you,
and I see the world around
you too.
I see little souls wearing
fur,
souls who bark and souls
who purr
born unwanted and unloved
-
I see all this and more
above.
I watch them suffer, I
see them cry,
I see them lost, I watch
them die.
I see unwanted thousands
born -
and when they die, nobody
mourns.
These little souls wearing
fur
(Some who bark and some
who purr)
are castaways who - unlike
me -
will never know love
or security.
A few short months they
starve and roam,
Or caged in shelters
- nobody takes home.
They're special too (furballs
of pleasure),
filled with love and
each one, a treasure.
My pain and suffering
came to an end,
so don't cry for me,
my person, my friend.
But think of the living
- those souls with fur
(some who bark and some
who purr) -
And though our bond can't
be broken apart,
make room for another
in your home and your heart.
~ Caro Schubert-James
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