by Carol Ballard
IT HAS ONLY BEEN THREE WEEKS SINCE MY LITTLE BOY
WHISPER
TOOK HIS FLIGHT--- LIFTED BY OLDER SOULS THAT HAVE GONE
BEFORE,
AWAITING HIS ARRIVAL AT HEAVENS DOOR. THE BRIDGE
LOWERED SLOWLY
AND TO EVERYONE'S DELIGHT-- YOU PRANCED OFF PROUDLY
WITH YOUR
TAIL CURLED TIGHT. OH! HOW YOUR FRIENDS ENVY, GEORGE W,
SAM, LUCY,
AND CARBO TOO-- THEY KNOW YOU WHERE SPECIAL GOD
CHOOSES--OH--SO
FEW! HIS INTENTIONS ARE TO LEAVE THE BABIES, AS WE ALL
VERY WELL
KNOW-- GOD- BEING YOUR ALMIGHTY MASTER, WANTED THE
"BEST OF
SHOW" SO EVEN THOUGH, HE CHOOSES FEW-- I'M SO PROUD-IT
WOULD BE
YOU- AND NOW I LAY MY GRIEF TO REST, KNOWING YOU ARE
WITH THE
BEST! IN LOVING MEMORY OF WHISPER (8/20/01)-(8/02/03)