The birds that sang in the spring
Brought forward new beginnings
Young breeds run like dispersed children,
Individually greeting with sundry barks
It was the time of joy and youthful love.
Leo with his clan-leading stance
Chloe attached to her slobbered ball
Sawyer displeased by her masculine name
Penny-lane staggering behind with her limp
Lug and Tommy never ceased to start an uproar
Annabel consistent cries for her lover Poe
Pup always putting in his wise advice
Lilly bragging about her flowery name
And Sparky; never let life go
Inside the quiet house, Rascal reigned.
We held hands, kissed, cried, and fought
While the animals watched in the distance.
Our hearts were entwined with this life
Sitting by family fires conversing, sipping tea.
Passing years brought forth much turmoil
How we remain, but not together.
Lilly, Pup, Sparky, Leo, and Tommy all have gone to pass
Rascal barely holds on with every breath
The dogs, but half so greet with tired barks.
We hug just has passing friends.
Time is nothing but a bearer of pain,
What we had and what remains hath age
But the innate truth is forever engraved;
Is my love for him and all of this
