It is important from time to time
to drop everything
and roll around in the grass
laughing with a friend!
“So you have pain now; but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.” ~ Jesus
I have a guest poet on my blog today. My daughter Hannah, who turns 20 in a week and leaves me with no more teenage children, wrote a poem of remembrance about our Sadie. Dallis and I like it a lot, especially the part about “spinning and spinning and spinning,” which always made us laugh. Thanks, Hannah!
Cradled in your arms
She knew she was home
And would never leave your side
A fuzzy ball radiating joy
No words can capture her spirit
But just follow the trail of smiles- you’ll see
And at the center will be those special few
Blessed to feel her warmth on their lap
Her tongue on their cheek (or probably up their nose)
And her eyes penetrating right through to their soul
Eager ears, quivering little body
Spinning and spinning and spinning
Because every time she spun she got to see you come home one more time
And there’s nothing she loved more than greeting you at the door
Erasing your worries, healing your hurts
Forgiving your absence because you’re there now and that’s all that matters
To love and be loved so completely is a magical thing
Cradled in your arms
She left this world
But she will never leave your heart
Thank you to all who have visited my blog in the last week and shared your thoughts either here, on Facebook, or through other means. We are blessed with many friends, both near and far away, who have gone out of their way to offer gentle comforting words to us.
Dallis and I have been taking lots of walks together, checking in regularly with each other during the day, and sharing how we feel about this suddenly quieter life. We laugh and we cry as we remember all the little ways that our Sadie became such a big presence in our lives.
I write poems, not so much for publication as to have an outlet for creative expression. Most of my poems remain in a file on my computer’s hard drive labeled “Poems in Process” ~ it’s a kind of purgatory where they go while they get their acts together and decide whether or not to behave themselves.
Anyway, I started writing a poem about Sadie last October and it landed in poem purgatory with all the rest. However, I pulled it out a few days ago and started playing with it. Here it is, along with a couple of Dal’s many beautiful photos of our little girl.
The poem is called simply “Sadie’s Dream,” at least as I imagine it!
Stretched out by a pillow on our bed ~
eyes shut ears alert heart quickening
your little legs begin to move ~
like those times you are set loose
and you run
through newly mown grass
chasing the wind
getting lost in the sky
the big finale ~
rolling this way then that
one of your own treasured kind
Romping through your private field of dreams
a smile rises
a sly contented smile
Sadie girl ~ how I love seeing you dream happiness
In the mail the other day we received a children’s book from a dear friend titled DOG HEAVEN, written and illustrated by Cynthia Rylant. When we opened it up to the very first page, a smile (a sly one at that) came to my face as we read, “When dogs go to Heaven, they don’t need wings because God knows that dogs love running best.” We learned as we continued to read that God gives dogs “fields and fields and fields” in which to run.
Sadie didn’t have far to go to get to heaven.
She closed her eyes, and there she was!
(Thank you to my beautiful wife Dallis for taking so many wonderfully expressive photos of Sadie, who by the way was not in love with cameras.)
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It’s tough being a dog!
You have to stick close to your owner.
You have to be vigilant and protect her from harm.
You have to give her the feeling that she is never alone (that’s right, never).
You have to eat on a schedule and not complain if there’s ever a lack of culinary creativity.
You have to take your medicine (that’s right, you heard me).
And then there’s the incessant studying – study this, study that. Sometimes it’s a new recipe (always for human food, mind you). Other times it’s a difficult piece of choral music, or some magazine called O, or a challenging word game. It’s always something, believe me.
Yesterday, for example, my owner was reading the Psalms for a class at church, and I thought I’d help.
First, the strategic positioning in the center of the activity!
Part of dog played by Sadie, the wonder Pomeranian.
Part of owner played by my beautiful wife Dallis.