by Tracy Woolley
My Child
Our boy was life, and life was fun
To us became our No.1
The joy he brought throughout the years
Could not have made a single tear
Benn, was he and what a face
Our four legged son not of human race
But gentle, loving and always there
We felt as if we had no care
Our days of sun and rain with he
The family walks near road or sea
He never tore or made us sad
He was the typical Jack the lad
But not an angel no sir re
He had the streak of menace he
We’ve shouted, screamed, tore out our hair
But still our boy he did not care
Life was for living his motto sure
His heart would race and so his paw
He did not have the time to stare
He knew ‘our lad’ – would just be there
He always had to be the one
Who caused the laughs and caused the fun
His ears so smooth his coat so black
He shone a silk no worm would lack
We weren’t prepared that sad sad day
When god decided to take ‘our boy’ away
So quick and wrong, the drop of a hat
He did not deserve a time like that.
And so we mourn for our beloved boy
We see no face we feel no joy
Our breaking hearts will never mend
He was our boy – not just a friend
Our boy of black, our boy of joys
We have the pictures and the toys
Our skies are black – they should be blue
We’re still alive – but we don’t have you.