Monday, February 1, 2010

Myron in Blue

When our hearts were greiving, you came into our home,
When your little life was hanging on the edge.
Too young to leave your litter,
And tiny eyes that held no glitter,
But to you my loyalty I did pledge.
We knew it would be a struggle, as time continued on,
And many said, "This life you shouldn't keep".
Though short on cash we kept you,
And a fan club did accept you,
So we soldiered on uphill and it was steep.
You had a bit of vision, though your eyes were dimming,
You could see your mothers face for just a while.
And then an eye was taken, and the other was forsaken,
You no longer see how much you make her smile.
Raquel Wood