TRIBUTE TO BOOMERANG
Born on a beautiful summer day
He arrived from a place far, far away
Boomerang was his chosen name
My life changed, never to be the same.
His heart was filled to the brim with love
He was indeed a miracle, sent from above
When he became sick, I cried inside
By some miracle, he survived the rough ride.
His life continued for awhile
Just his presence made me smile
The doctor said he could not stay
I adored him, continued to hope and pray.
In my heart, I knew he would not last
He was an angel, a gift from the past
More precious than diamonds, platinum or gold
Boomerang was a blessing, a miracle to behold.
When the time came to say good-bye
He departed Earth, but did not die
His soul still sends me unconditional love
Someday he'll return from that place up above.
Arlene Millman
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PRANA BIRD
Last night, I lost my very first bird
He departed Earth, without a word
Just twenty-three years, and in his prime
How I wish for just a little more time.
Time to share in life's simple pleasures
Sweet memories, I'll always treasure
Bonds of love, so strong and steady
Why did you leave? I was not ready.
Prana Bird, you lived up to your name
Jubilant, zany, and semi-tame
Smart as a whip, bright as a penny
Your flawless speech astounded many.
Glossy blue feathers, a deep gold chest
A regal macaw, you were the best
Prana means energy, from the Sun
You and the Universe, are now one.
Sadly,
Arlene Millman
author of BOOMERANG - A MIRACLE TRILOGY (The tale of a remarkable Boston
Terrier)
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