We saw him at a shelter and I could not take my eyes off him.
He was so cute (handsome) with his bright eyes, perky ears
and orange face. Love at first sight, strutting in the cage.
He was the eldest, and biggest of seven cats we saved, all strays.
He became a father (sometimes mother), protector and mentor
to all the rest that followed. Leader of the catpack;
Divot, Putter, C.C., LeeLee, R.C. and Bonker, but still a big wuss.
Never a light shone so bright as the light of my Irish’s eyes.
Never a sound so melodic than that of my Irish’s mews.
Never a rose smelled as fragrant than that of my Irish’s scent.
Never a taste so sweet than that of my Irish’s kiss.
Never a touch so soft to a cheek than that of my Irish’s fur.
Never a feeling so warm in my heart than that of my Irish’s purrs.
Never a memory of love so deep than the love of my Irish’s heart.
Never an instant not thinking of my main man Irish!
©Russell Swaffield (MyIrishWolf)
April 29, 2007
With these hands I held you near to my heart
gently stroking your golden silky fur
Your purr was the most beautiful music
soaring with the love we will always share
With these hands I kept you close
These hands had to let you go for now
This heart forever holds you in it
You are the center of my heart
Each beat answers your purr
From the bridge
My soul whispers there will come
a day that these hands will hold you again
Never to let go and your purr shall warm my
very being. Till that day I know
You are here
Written By A Companion To A Golden One
©J.C. Stewart, BarTendersBluesWolf
June 18, 2006
In the quiet corners of my life I feel you
Always hovering - always near
There, but not there, just out of my view
A comfortable companion
I've noticed you for a while and wondered
were you cause for fear or hope
I've wondered if my thoughts were heard
Or if you were aware of me at all
Are you my memories lingering to haunt me
with wishes I cannot make true
Are you Time standing there just to taunt me
Echoes of the past and the future
With the passage of time as I begin to heal
and memories become warm and sweet
I realize that you are my lost one's love I feel
Bidding me hope as they watch over me.
In the quiet corners of my life I feel you
Always hovering - always near
There, but not there, just out of my view
A comfortable companion
Loving, watching, caring.
© Candace
Music~*~Irish Tenors~*~When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
