Bathed In Tears

BATHED IN TEARS
By,
Kathleene S. Baker

I was bathed in the tears,
Of some lady called “Mom.”
She said, “You're Miss Josey,”
Her voice sweet and calm.

I was a soppin’ wet pup,
Cradled snug in strange arms.
As she promised a life,
Free of danger or harm.

One look in her eyes,
I saw straight to her soul.
Our bond was a treasure.
And we two made a whole.

Sometimes when happy,
She wept just from joy.
As we romped and we played,
With some silly new toy.

Our good times were many,
And bad times were few.
But at the sight of a tear,
I knew what to do.

I was right by her side,
With the loss of her mom.
Drenched with her tears,
But I helped her hang on.

I’d curl up in her lap,
Or just snuggle real close.
And when tears began falling,
They'd be licked from her nose.

She taught me tricks and games,
And ‘bout all kinds of tears.
But I started getting tired,
As my days turned to years.

Mom’s eyes lost their twinkle,
And often she’d weep,
When I gave up my toys,
Preferring to sleep.

My naps brought me visions,
Of beautiful things.
A bridge and bright rainbow,
And I heard angels sing.

The last thing I remember,
Was Mom’s magical tears.
As they swept over me,
Away went all fear.

Away..went...all....fear......

©2005Kathleene S. Baker
Lnstrlady@aol.com

Story ID:	138
Written by:	Kathleene S Baker (bio, link, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Dallas Texas USA
Year:	2002
Person:	Miss Josey