A poem for Beau
sixpennystar
In the realm of paws and tails burns brightBeau, a dog, and a beacon of lightHeadstrong wanderer, yet love's gentle kin,His spirit echoes, a song from within.A son of will, a stubborn fine friendChasing dreams, he danced till the endAnd still in the depth of his loving gaze,Resides warmth that time cannot erase.In every soul, a memory engraved,Beau's love, a treasure so ardently saved.He raced with the wind, a joy unbarred,Leaving imprints and laughter where memories are storedHe lived each day as if it were the last,A chapter of joy and a life that has past.So when he ascended to the sky up above,He left us a legacy, a tale of pure love.In hearts now heavy, with the weight of despairBeau's spirit lingers, a comfort is thereFor though he has left, he is never truly gone,In memories cherished, a love that shines on.