I'm Still Here

I stood by you, by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.

I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well. I'm fine. I'm here."

 

I was close to you at breakfast.

I watched you pour the tea.

You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.

 

I was with you at the shops today.

Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

 

I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.

I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.

 

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."

  

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.

 

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday -

to say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

 

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew.

In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

 

The day is over ...... I smile and watch you yawning

and say, "Good night, God bless - I'll see you in the morning."

 

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand side by side.

 

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out . . . then come home to be with me.

 Author Unknown