Thursday, November 18, 2010

Clifford The Big Red Dog

Don't Weep for Me

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Clifford the Big Red Dog left this earth last evening. He was a grand old guy who deserved better than he got. He is no longer in pain and I am sure he was met at the bridge by his former owner who preceded him in death and who loved him dearly.

I wish I could have done better for him.