So many years I played at his feet, Slept by his side, sat watching at his windows. Slowly I moved less, jumped less, ate less, saw less. He loved me, carefully caressing me, Making soft soothing sounds. I open my eyes, And find new friends gathered around me. My legs are like springs.
Butterflies play tag.
I am fed, and we play near the many-colored bridge. When I fell asleep moments ago, I thought all was finished. But now I see Sunshine streaming through the leaves above. All the pains and aches of my long life Are dimmest memories. I lift my hand Before my eyes.