The last time I held you in my arms, you were dying. The last time I held you in my arms, I was crying. I hope you'll be in Heaven, because Heaven it won't be, if you're not there to share it with me. It was on a Thursday morn, close to the hour of the dawn. You were there, trying to reach me. The last time I held you in my arms was October, on a warm Autumn day. The last thing I had wanted had come your way. Your Golden eyes looked at me, as I said Good-bye. Your Golden eyes slowly closed, and a tear fell from my eye. Your Golden eyes looked last at the Earth, on that Autumn day. It was then I knew that God only takes the best, and one of the best was you.