The tree is all trimmed.
The gifts are all wrapped.
The songs are all sung,
And travel plans mapped.
And still there's a sadness
That lies in our hearts,
For Pretzel who is gone
And a love now apart.
Her stocking is missing,
With toys and a treat.
Our lap is now empty,
And space at our feet.
We'll remember this season
God's little gift too,
With wonderful memories
To treasure life through.
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| Run free little one |
1 comment:
Just made me cry all over again!
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