Free Spirit

What do you do when your closest companion is gone. You remember.

How do I describe her
What is there I can say
That tells you how I feel about her
each and every day.

She came to me so very young
She looked to me for care
I did my best to guide and protect her
We had a life to share.

But now she no longer needs me
to help her along the way
She's taken steps ahead of me
What more is there to say.

My Tara was the best of friends
a soul I won't forget
She's buried deep inside of me
A place where few can get.

At seventeen we parted way.
I said it was okay.
I know I'll see her once again,
That's all that I can say.

Across that rainbow bridge she's gone
To run and romp and play
And some day when my time has come
She'll help me see the way.

For now my pet, you'll run alone
Although you'll never be
Outside my thoughts,. my mind, my heart
you're forever  part of me.

{I} In Memory of Tara Sirius, January 2, 1987-October 13, 2003
Siberian Husky pet of 17 years,
My closest friend.{/I}

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Ugh, I feel you on this one. I've lost plenty of close friends in my life. I had a real tight crew/circle in my past. Only 2 are left all thee others were murdered. We all chose to play tag with satan. Unfortunaltely some of us got tagged. Well penned. I'm shelving this one.....