by Gladys Waller
If I go to the Bridge before you,
This I promise is what I’ll do,
I’ll sit and wait
At the entrance gate,
Until I get sight of you.
I know you’ll be wondering where I am.
And why I don’t come home;
Try to be happy wherever you go
And know that you aren’t alone.
Time means nothing in Heaven you see
And that’s where the Rainbow Bridge ends;
I’ll sit and greet others like you when they cross
Who may never have had a Friend.
If our Father has room for the Lion and Lamb
I’m sure He has room for them too.
So my wait will be pleasant ; I’ll not get tired
Knowing that some day soon
I’ll catch a glimpse of your four little paws
Prancing along to jump in my arms
Again.
( Original poem by Gladys T. Waller
April. 9,2000 )