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Love Poems About Sunning or Sunning Love Poems
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: best friend, cat, devotion, grief, loss, love,

My Lily Cat

My Lily Cat

I miss my dear loving kitty,
You died so young, what a pitty!

I loved to stroke your softest fur, 
To watch you play and hear you purr.

You gave such joy, though unaware
How your sweet spirit helped me bear

The many burdens on my mind,
You shared your loyal love so kind.

Your picture sits upon my shelf
Behind the glass, sunning yourself.

I cried for two months when you left,
Inconsolable and bereft.

My feline friend where are you now?
I pray you'll be reborn somehow.

8-7-18

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by Kevin Moran |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, celebration, christian, courage, drink, faith, freedom, fun, god, hope, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, joy, life, light, love, peace, prayer, religion, religious, spiritual, strength, summer, sweet, teen, teenage, thank you, uplifting, youth,

Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!

by Mike Samford |
Categories: family, life,

End of Lineage

Their will be none to follow after
my footsteps tramped in the wheat,
no surname left to hear the laughter
no eye to see, no heart to beat.

Time will never stop its running
with sun and moon and touch of heat
like old stones lie in their sunning
not caring for the strong or weak.

By the drought or in the flood
storms of winter's wind-full passing
flowers of May and October’s mud
will matter to only lineages lasting.

Neither a hair nor drop of blood 
not shade of eye or crest of bone.
Of myself I leave only love
and not my name to carry on.