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Memorial
Hours, just hours
You were given to me,
I learned to love you
Hoping you would survive
Your feet were weak
You toppled over
Making me laugh
Yet in my heart worry resides
Your fur coat, brown and matted
Grime and flees covering your face
Yet you were darling
Now you lie still
Under brown soil
No longer will you wag your tail
No more will we play
Someone else´s hands hold you
His embrace is warmer
In his hands you will finally rest
Free of pain, hunger
In God´s hands I leave your life...
And my heart...
poem
by
Anne Harkonen
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