Category Archives: poetry

This is both my favorite poems that I have found, and poems that I have written.

For my Maxie

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Rest in Peace Maxie, you will never be forgotten, and you will be eternally missed, I love you! Max was nine years old, he was healthy and he died without warning 11/23/08

A Little Dog-Angel
By: Norah M. Holland
High up in the courts of heaven today
A little dog-angel waits,
With the other angels he will not play,
But he sits alone at the gates;
“For I know that my master will come,” says he:
“And when he comes, he will call for me.”
He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the Throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone;
“But I know if I just wait patiently
That someday my master will come.” says he.
And his master far on earth below.
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes,and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears,
And dreams that his master’s call he hears.
And I know, when at length his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold,
The little dog-angel’s eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

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For my Sweet Jackie Bear

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Rest in Peace, Sweet Jackie Bear(10/15/08)

I wonder if Christ had a little black dog,
All curly and wooly like mine,
With two silk ears and a nose round and wet,
And two eyes brown and tender that shine;…
I’m afraid that He hadn’t, because I have read
… How he prayed in the Garden alone,
When all his friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called a stone.
And Oh, I am sure that little black dog
With a true heart so tender and warm
Would never have left Him to suffer alone,
But creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked those dear fingers in agony clasped,
And counting all favors but loss,
When they led Him away, would have trotted behind
And followed Him quite to the cross.
-The Little Black Dog
By: Elizabeth Gardner Reynolds
I will love you always Sweet Bear

Waiting to Become Invisible

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The water reeds are the glue that hold my shoes together while walking through the watery marsh

Walking away

to where I’m safe

Behind the curtain my sanctuary lives

Here is where I go everyday

I come to get away

To hide

In the willow’s arms I am safe

For a little while the world is good

Until off in the distance I hear it

My name

Shouted over and over

I stop breathing

What did I do?

It’s getting louder…closer

I pull closer to my protector

Hiding

Watching

Praying

Waiting to become invisible…