From the silence of your pain I heard my name
and on the wings of light I have come
to see the sadness in your eyes
that cry without tears
Can you see me, I am here
I will always be near you
to calm your shattered heart
and to make you smile at the memories
Do you feel me, perhaps a soft brush of fur
You ache to believe it's real
but you are afraid to hope
You brush away a strand of hair
But it was I, whispering.....
I am only here for but a moment
The silver thread gently quivers
I will leave behind my love in a dream
When you awaken, and without really knowing why
Your heart will know at last
That it is all right, for now
to say good-bye
Copyright © Lisa Carmel Singer Printed with permission
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Poem For Cats
And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.
Author Unknown
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"You can shed tears that she (he) is gone,
or you can smile because she (he) lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll (he'll) come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all that she (he) has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her (him),
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her (him) and only that she's (he's) gone,
or you can cherish her (his) memory and let live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
or you can do what she'd (he'd) want:
Smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
Text of the poem in the program for the Queen Mother.
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Grieve not, nor think of me with tears
But laugh and talk to me as if I were beside you.
I loved you so . . .
'Twas Heaven here with you
-- Isla Paschal Richardson
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