I sit and try to write the words I want your heart to hear,
hoping to find some comfort in the fact that you’re not here.
I look out into the open field you once occupied,
knowing that field is now empty because, my love, you have died.
I do believe, with all my heart, that your soul has gone to be
with all the other angel dogs that you were meant to see.
I’ll have to stay behind until God calls me too,
so do not be afraid that He has only called for you.
The water is still in the pond that you played,
your bed is empty, where your pretty head laid.
Our bed is empty where you once laid between,
the two people who LOVED you,
and now only dream,
Now I dream of the day my eyes shut one last time,
and you will come to greet me, Baby Hazel of mine.
Until then, I will keep trying to see through the tears,
with memories you left me, to reflect through the years.
I will never forget one minute we spent,
of loving and laughing, the places we went.
Now go and play and look down when you can and
remember I love you and THIS is not the end.
