by helen mack
Message from Heaven
Speak not of Death
for there is no such thing,
there is merely a parting
of the ways.
I will go on a little while and wait
for you to count the sum
of all your days.
And when you come
I will be waiting
with shining eyes
and silken well groomed fur.
You'll take me in your arms
just as you used to do
and angel choirs
will be drowned out by purrs.
I wrote this in memory of my beautiful tabby and white son Sasha who
crossed the Rainbow Bridge eight years ago. Malcolm, his daddy has now joined him, i hope found each other and are happy.