The Bone
posted by Andrew Murray at 4:13 PM
1.11.2010
Living in the wild life of SE Minnesota - when I am not busy with the pursuit of lucre.... Or, one man's musings and experiences on the state of his little corner of the universe.
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"Sunlight streams through window pane/ unto a spot on the floor.../ then I remember/
it's where you used to lie/ but now you are no more/ Our feet walk down a hall of carpet/ and muted echoes sound.../
then I remember/
It's where your paws would joyously abound/ A voice is heard along the road/ and up beyond the hill/ then I remember it can't be yours.../ your golden voice is still/ But I'll take that vacant spot of floor/ and empty muted hall/ and lay them with the absent voice/ and unused dish along the wall/ I'll wrap these treasured memorials/ in a blanket of my love/ and keep them for my best friend/ until we meet above" (author unknown)
I miss you, little girl. (Joni Murray: June 16, 1999 - January 11, 2010)
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