We think of "Lottie's"
life as untimely brief;
But this existence of ours, is as transient as autumn clouds.
To have watched her birth and death was like looking at lightning.
Her lifetime was a spectacular flash of light in the darkened sky.
Brief but memorable. Her life . . . our lives
Rushing by like a torrent down a steep mountain.
Why grieve the brevity of the
fireworks, that she was ?
Bursting, suddenly on the scene with the report of a canon !
Her life, sudden sprinkles glittering in the celebratory sky.
And the sudden BANG ! and multi-coloured sparkles drifted downward.
She was gone. Her life . . . our lives
Like an evenings fireworks, spectacular and all too soon done.
So on the solace of a winter
eve, staring at a darkened sky,
The sudden impact of our lives illuminated and so quickly gone.
Winter winds whisper her name and legacy, in eulogy of bonded kinship !
A starry vigil;
Twinkling souls with primal thoughts of beauty and of brevity.
We are gone. Her life . . . our lives
Mistaken estimates of our existence, by length rather than intensity !
Originally penned for a Dear Friend's lost Staffordshire Terrier "Lottie"