by Frank Cordisco
Kya-Lee
When we awoke this morning
On this beautiful day in May
Our joy was changed to grief
Because Kya-lee had passed away
And we silently prayed to God above
As we bowed our heads and cried
For when Kya-Lee had passed away
A part of us had died
Kya-Lee was a golden one
A dog who was our friend
And even though he had passed on
We knew this was not the end
And the only way that we
Could ever be whole again
Is when we cross the Rainbow Bridge
With Kya-Lee, our dog, our friend
For my friends Beverly & Frank Cordisco
Ephraim J. Stockwell 2004