Written before the passing of my much loved, and now much missed, Golden Retriever, Roman.
A Passing Thank You.
So at my feet you lie, content
A watchful eye ever your intent
Your aging bones ache and deride
Yet still you’re faithful at my side
Together we have shared the day
Now we each dream the hours away
What does your dreaming mind recall?
When we were young, and had it all?
Do you, in dreaming, chase and run?
Or do you mourn the fading sun?
I wish for all your dreams to shine
As you have brightened all of mine
I know the evening must soon end
I must part from my dearest friend
I can’t always hold night at bay
Though I would love to have you stay
That’s just my longing, selfish need
My human fault, my loving greed
However many minutes we steal
They would still be too few, I feel
There’s one more thing I have to do;
To hold you close, whisper ‘thank you’
For now, we are content, replete;
Whilst you lie peaceful at my feet.
S. P Oldham.