For Tsar, Samba and Sky

In April of last year Tsar left us. A year ago today we lost Samba. Five days later Sky joined her.

We Have A Secret
Author Unknown

We have a secret, you and I
that no one else shall know, 
for who but I can see you lie
each night in fire glow?

And who but I can reach my hand
before we go to bed
and feel the warmth of you 
and touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths
and see ahead of me,
your small form racing with the wind
so young again, and free.

And only I can see you swim
in every brook I pass
and when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass.

The Ship Of Life
by John T Baker

Along the shore I spy a ship
As she sets out to sea.
She spreads her sails and sniffs the breeze
And slips away from me.

I watch her fading image shrink,
As she moves on and on,
Until at last she's but a speck,
Then someone says, "She's gone."

Gone where? Gone only from our sight
And from our farewell cries.
That ship will somewhere reappear
To other eager eyes.

Beyond the dim horizon's rim
Resound the welcome drums.
And while we're crying, "There she goes!"
They're shouting, "Here she comes!"

We're built to cruise for but a while
Upon this trackless sea,
Until one day we sail away
Into infinity.

I miss you guys so much.