My Barney
Barney, my little friend lies here Complete in all save breath.
He's just the same as yesterday,
His little face, so calm in sleep.
But, Oh! That change!
Which all of us so dread,
With tearful eyes I stand, I gaze,
He can't be dead!
He sleeps.
Soon he will awake and lick my hand.
I know that he will be with me today.
He'll run about the yard.
He'll chase his cats and play.
He'll leap into my arms to snuggle down.
He'll breathe a sigh, content.
My little Barney is not dead.
Such gentle souls forever live,
In boundless measure of the tender love
They, forever give.
XXX
"My little Barney, my ' Little Min-Pin' was struck down in my driveway by a speeding pickup truck.
Ten and one-half years we lived in love together."
Caprice, April 5, 2011
