quiet eyes look curiously
an empty tapestry, with
tangled in thoughts and feelings
alone with her twists and turns
Little Ollie, so bubbly and bright
Eyes sparkling the summer light
running around with your tail so high
leaping through the air to catch a fly
and bouncing onto the garden chairs
to watch Jasper sleep beneath the stairs.
All you want to do is yap and play
although your tongue hangs out this hot day.
Little Ollie, as pure as the snow
here i am, and walking we will go.
Light falls behind clouds
A daughter hugs her mother
Spring will come again.
We got the word on Christmas morn,
And they told us you were gone.
Asleep, at peace, with the angels
The Silent Night, your Swan Song.
So, rest your weary head, dear uncle
your work on earth is complete.
“God is good”, you used to tell us
Now you’re sitting at his feet.
Sitting in the kitchen corner
With your cigarette and smiles.
“Oh, My” and “Exaa-ctly”
we would laugh with you awhile.
I’ll remember your red jumper
And the coat that was too big.
I’ll remember your brilliant mind,
And playful mischief with us kids.
I remember the last gift you gave
Was a box of “Indian Sweets”
We all gasped, and gave you “the look”
But were grateful for the treat.
Rest easy now, dearest uncle
Your light shines on us from above
No words can describe our sadness
Always and forever, sending our love.
The reason I write to you these chosen words
Is that you left too soon, that’s what I heard.
You said for my birthday we’d take to the sky.
But you got on a bus instead, and died.
You promised to take me to far away lands,
I drew us a map, got paint on my hands.
I recall long walks across the village green.
You told me stories and taught me to dream.
The old man that boarded route forty-seven
Did he know he’d be diverted straight up to heaven?
Was grandmother waiting for you, just like you said?
Mum said she was, but I am easily led.
London has changed, its not the same without you,
The world is a scary place now, please come home soon.
My little Snoopy.
My beacon of light.
How the world has changed
Since you left my sight.
We are in spring now
The sun has returned!
Melbourne is singing,
Our lessons, learned.
I wanted to write
To tell you of home.
Your sister is sick
No longer, she roams.
You both were buddies
Playing in the house.
Running to the lake.
Bringing home that mouse.
I see you down here
On your Blue bean bag
Sleeping so soundly
Both your tails would wag.
You escaped the wrath
Of Mother Nature
But old tired Blue
Withstood the torture.
Why? Where did you go?
Leaving without word?
Up there in heaven
Playing with the birds.
My little Snoopy,
As pure as the snow
Watch over your sister
She needs her little bro
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