A poem for Max
If you haven’t cried yet, now you will. Liz from work sent me the poem below and I’m going to get a towel to wipe my desk. Thanks Liz!
An angel came to me one day,
A ball of fur in hand.
The angel gave the ball to me,
As we stood there in the sand.
She said to me, “It’s just a loan,
For only a short time.”
And she would surely return one day,
For the ball of fur wasn’t mine.
I looked down at the ball of fur,
Two eyes stared back at me.
I fell in love upon that day,
As I held it close to me.
Years went by and my love grew,
As close friends we became.
I looked down at my ball of fur,
Life was never again the same.
No matter where I found myself,
My friend would be there, too.
Then one day the angel came,
I didn’t know what to do.
She said that now the time had come,
To take my friend back home.
I watched her leave with tear filled eyes,
As I remembered “It’s just a loan.”
— Hoyt Northcutt