02-24-94 to 04-28-96

[Until we meet again on the Rainbow Bridge]

I still see your joyous self
Bounding beside your beloved Sasha--
Comical hips & tail twitching,
Voice raised in counterpoint
After the sly squirrels that always elude you both.

The thrill was ever in the chase.

I still feel your sweet, warm tongue in my ear
When the morning alarm goes off:
"Time to get up, Mom; time to begin, Mom;
Let me scootch onto your pillow, Mom;
I'll charm my way into your dreams, Mom."

The peace was ever in your love.

And now I hear your contented murmurs
Groans and sighs in angel-sleep
As you continue your happy trek with
The sly squirrels leading you
Into the dark woods where I cannot follow.

The joy was ever in the Sheltie-Talk.

~ Joan Samuelson
In Memory of Maggie Mae
Houston, TX May 1996