16 December 2012
Praying in my mind, As I sit by my dog's grave, I think if I'll be up there someday, Suddenly I hear wind whistling.
Then I touch soggy wet dirt, I see a cross I made for him, I thought of the memories we shared, I look up and wonder how he's doing floating in thin air.
Purple wild flowers are on his grave, Raspberry red cardinals dance in the trees above, I read from my metallic black bible, He's waiting for me to walk in the great wide blue skies of heaven.
Backyard • Opuss № I