A Poem for George
Echoes of the past still haunt us in the night.
A voice long since silenced; a presence lost from
sight.
A Black and white Eeyore once cuddly and sweet;
Rest in quiet splendor now forever freed in peace.
No pain or sorrow trails you from earthly plane you
leap
To the higher realm of heaven, in angels’ arms you’ll
keep.
Run, jump and graze Georgie in pastures green and gold
Listen to the voices of those you used to know
They speak of you still often and miss you everyday
You’ll never be forgotten, though you’re so far away
The floors you left are cold and bare
The dirt smudge walls you know are there
Carpets washed, pillows too
The blanket though still smells of you
No watchdog from the bay window
To keep tabs on those who come and go
You’ve passed the torch to the younger boy
Who carries it with abandoned joy
The nights are long and quiet now
Not broken by your late night howl
Your snores no longer shake the walls
No patter of your wookie paws.
No bashful boy to hide your face
Or give yourself up to face disgrace
All of these have left their trace
That time it self cannot erase.
We stood beside you and watched you go
Our hands upon you so you would know
Sweet George, you are not alone.
Your fur was soft, your body warm
We felt so lost, empty, forlorn
You bowed from life with simple grace
And left us to our human race.
We love you more George, than you’ll ever know.
George left this world on March 27 2004.
Colleen Marie Wyers
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