There are moments in our lives, which are so dear to our hearts.
When brought to mind,
Our senses recall these times as vividly as our memories
And we live these moments once more.
The seventh of March
Brought the warm steady weight of Tucker’s head on my lap,
The gentle fall of a quiet flurry,
The joyous romp through a wintered wood,
A trusting gaze of understanding,
And a compassionate good-bye.