My Golden Friends

Quiggley was a special friend,
a happy boy right to the end.
When he got to Heaven's gate,
Aleksandra and Boomer did await.
There were whines and barks and playful nips,
while through the meadows they did slip-
to run and jump and swim and then,
do it all over again and again.
Until the day, they will hear
a little whisper in their ear.
I know these friends won't be late,
and when I get to Heaven's Gate,
waiting for me they will be-
with all their love and loyalty.
No more tears, no more strife;
together forever in the afterlife.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem