A basket of flowers for my Bella girl. Sweet kitty, best friend of many, many, years.
accompanied by a beautiful poem that my brother sent to me via e-mail. Bella loved
when he would stop in for a visit and enjoyed his company very much.
I'm not gone...not really.
I haven't gone away...I've only gotten bigger.
My voice sings with the wind in winter, as I leap
And dance among the tree tops.
I stalk the blown leaves in autumn, and brush the
flowers gently in the spring.
I come to you in dreaming, on feet grown dreamtime soft,
And lay my cheek against yours, and whisper:
"Peace be with you."
Someday we will play again together, you and I, among the stars.
'Til then, fear not to love, for your love gave my life meaning.
And I return that love to you...a hundredfold...a thousandfold...
Copyright © 1996 by Audrey E. Nickel