Come Home to Me. A poem from the Cinnamon trust magazine
Come Home To Be With Me
I stood beside your bed last night; I came to have a peep;
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you so softly as you brushed away a tear, "it's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea;
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore,
I longed to take your parcels; I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it w1th such care;
I want to reassure you that I'm not ly1 ng there.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair;
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there. It's possible for me to be so near you every day,
To say to you with certainty "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then I smiled; I think you knew....
In the stillness of the evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over.... I smile and watch you yawning,
And say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see;
Be patient live your journey out.... Then come home to be with me.
Jean and Alan Evans
I stood beside your bed last night; I came to have a peep;
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you so softly as you brushed away a tear, "it's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea;
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore,
I longed to take your parcels; I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it w1th such care;
I want to reassure you that I'm not ly1 ng there.
I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair;
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there. It's possible for me to be so near you every day,
To say to you with certainty "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then I smiled; I think you knew....
In the stillness of the evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over.... I smile and watch you yawning,
And say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see;
Be patient live your journey out.... Then come home to be with me.
Jean and Alan Evans
