To two beautiful flowers
that never bloomed.
We wish you could have
stayed. You were perfect. Your mama didn't want to give you up. She wanted
you and I'll never forget how I found her standing over you like you were
just sleeping and would wake up soon. We wanted you too and were grieved
by your deaths. I still feel a hole in the space I had made for you in my
heart. I hope Molly and Beauty take you for their own and Candy runs and
plays with you in that Other Pasture.
Moon filly, colt of gold,
the Mother in her arms enfold.
For She is one who knows the cost
Of your lives, never lived, but lost.
You didn't frolic here on earth,
Ne'er drew breath upon your birth.
We wept at never knowing you,
And all our dreams for you were through.
For you've gone to the Pasture Place,
Across Elysian fields you race.
I pray the friends already there,
Will take you in their tender care.
And when I too am called away,
I'll meet you where the wildflowers sway.