by Joe Pielmeier
Nikki
I softly brushed her long black hair,
as she nestled by my side.
I held her tightly in my arms,
as she closed her eyes and died.
She meant so very much to me
I was proud to call her friend.
I'll miss her through the coming years,
our love will never end.
If there's a life, hereafter,
and our spirits carry on;
I know that she'll be waiting,
as we greet a brand new dawn.
But, for now I feel so lonely,
and I sense her presence near.
I long to hold her, close to me,
as I wipe away a tear.
I miss her mostly late at night,
when she's not by my side.
She no longer lies upon my bed'
and often I have cried.
I miss our quiet interludes;
our special evening walk.
She'd stroll beside me patiently,
and listened while I talk.
I've tried, but I just can't forget,
her last few mournful cries.
And how she tried to raise her head,
and gave her last few sighs.
Most of all, I know I'll miss
all the love she freely gave.
I'll try to tell her how I feel.
when I visit her small grave.
You see--NIKKI was my 'Springer'
so I hope you understand.
I'll cherish her last act on earth,
as she turned and licked my hand>
J. j. Pielmeier sr. 1992