When do you stop waiting?
For him to come to you
To tell you he loves you
In the way only he could
When do the tears stop ?
Every time you think of him
And see something of his
That was given in love
The pain he went through
Right before the end
Was too much to bear
I asked God to help me
And He did
He came to us in September
Only eight weeks old
He left us in January
Fourteen years to love
Until my dying day
I will love you forever
My dear Spike
Sleep well my best friend
Maggie Myers Lopes
January 21, 2006