I thank you for the living years,
Days filled with fun and love,
When I walked this earth by your side,
Before I was called above.
No longer a silly ball of baby fuzz,
No longer a proud brave youth,
No longer a strong and noble friend,
What’s left is just me, just my truth.
For I have changed so many times,
Yet somehow you’ve always loved me,
Without seeing that what you really loved
Was inside of me, not what you could see.
I am now free from imprisonment,
I am no longer shackled by pain.
Please do not feel that I am gone,
For we will see each other again.
But you worry that the details may dim,
That one day you’ll forget my face.
Like your clothes, my face has changed many times.
What you loved is my inner grace.
As time stole my beauty and strength,
And dimmed my hearing and sight,
Our love was not dimmed in the least
And you became my beauty and light.
Should you see the sweet innocent face of a child?
Or the strong and brave face of fiery youth?
Or the steadfast face of a trusted friend?
Or the grizzled face, old with the truth?
Now that I do not reside in this plane
Don’t worry if my earthly guise you can’t see.
Remember my inner spirit and light,
The me that your heart always could see.
© Candace
Our companions are as close to angels as we will meet in this life,
they love us unconditionally as we are and see what is best in us.
Thank you, Frisky.
1965 - 1980
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