Poems I Wrote For Pickles

For Pickles

By Mandy

Today we lost a faithful friend,
Who was true to the very end.
Love is one thing we always shared,
Dear one, you always showed you cared.

We have not enough praise for you,
It's just an impossible thing to do.
So Baby Girl, we say farewell,
How we'll miss you, we can't tell.

We'll always remember you fluffy white,
Who tried to tell us she'd be all right.

We love you Pickles.

1-31-1998

Pictures

By Mandy

I look at some pictures, the prints on a page,
Some glossy and new, some yellowed with age.
On some you look happy, a few you look sad,
But I'm happy to know that on most you looked glad.
They hold memories stuck in that present.
Sometimes I wonder what they must have meant.

I never thought you would become a picture,
I knew it must be but I never was sure.
Where your touch was is only cold paper.
I wish things are the way they were.
You didn't want to leave I know,
But when death calls you have to go.

It still hurts to think of you,
But it's all that I can do.
I will never let myself forget,
And I do not have a single regret.
Your picture, your memory, is inside my heart,
And though it sometimes falls apart,

I'll sew it shut with silver thread,
For in my heart you are not dead.
I treasure the gifts you chose to give,
For in my heart you'll always live,
And when I become a picture too,
Then I will go to be with you.

1-1-1999