Pooh

I haven’t felt this under,
Hide my self in cover,
So what may I steer,
When death comes near,
From wings out stretched,
From my gut out wretched,
To all the blessed saints,
To all the lesser than ain’ts,
She’s my golden sun,
My closest friend,
When death couldn’t win,
To make us undone,
Now she goes with out me,
Into the light from this darkness,
I bid her farewell kiss,
From my heart I pour this,
To tell you what she is to me,
All that I know is what I owe,
To love shared unconditionally,
To make life so simply,
No yelling no screaming,
Warm cuddles on a cold evening,
Are only but a few,
Of what I will miss about my pooh……………

Fenn 1.4.12