Gotcha Day

This poem is about September 21^st, 2010, {the day when I adopted Rose}. I composed it before she died, which is one of the few poems that I wrote when Baby Girl was still alive. Peace and Love, Mary Lou

Edited by Kara Kent!!

Some things in Life can predict the future;

And they will determine the whole picture;

When your adoption papers were signed;

And Rose, you eternally became mine;

Some things in Life predicted the future;

And they did determine the whole picture;

Because ‘Beagles’ can be escape artists;

Your cage was opened, you ran for it;

Some things in Life predicted the future;

And they did determine the whole picture;

I brought home a ‘doggie bag’, if you will;

Balls caused fear, and the rope chew did not thrill;

I got a ‘doggie bag’, {pun intended};

But, you loved the treats, they were meat-scented!!

Some things in Life can predict the future;

And they will determine the whole picture.

This poem expresses my complex emotions, feelings, and thoughts leading up to Rose’s tenth Gotcha Day last week on 9-21, {her first at The Rainbow Bridge}. Apparently, loss can really mess with this grieving Mutt Mom’s broken heart, bleeding soul. Peace and Love, Mary Lou

 Edited by Kara Kent!! 

Rose, it is your tenth Gotcha Day;

When I adopted you as a stray;

Babe…. You’re supposed to be here;

And celebrate with me ten years;

I possessed a plan that I conceived;

It did not include being bereaved;

I was going to bake you cookies;

Like always, because I’m no rookie;

Babe…. You’re supposed to be on Earth;

I thought we would have twelve year’s worth;

This, this is my broken heart crying;

And, through grief, my bleeding soul sighing;

Babe…. I wish that you were here;

But God planned each second, each year;

The Lord had your every breath;

Preordained from birth, to Life, to death;

Rose, it is your first Gotcha Day;

At The Rainbow Bridge, worlds away….

This poem expresses me trying very hard to be emotionally resilient. Peace and love, Mary Lou

Edited by Kara Kent!!

Rose Elizabeth, do you remember….

Girl, the 21^st of September?

You made me a Hound Dog Mom on this date;

My first, {and my last}, hound, my dog soul-mate;

Yes, yes…. You were my one and only;

For nine years, I was not lonely;

You were a mutt, but still all ‘Beagle’;

Your hound dog appearance looked regal;

Rose Elizabeth, do you remember….

Girl, the 21^st of September?

Your adoption papers were signed;

And you, you eternally became mine;

‘Beagles’ are known as escape artists;

Your cage opened, you ran for it;

Yes, yes, I wholeheartedly remember….

Baby, the 21^st of September!!