When the stars are shining bright and all the day has gone to night

I sit resting my head and know, that I cannot save you from your plight

When war is waged on the heart and soul, I can do not to ease that retched blow

Sadness quiet like the falling snow

I snuggle close, you hold me tight

-Omar McDog

Life Strikes Again

Dark is the hour in our house it seems
Sometimes I pray that it is only bad dreams
Weeping and sorrow
Better be the morrow
The tear that rolls down her cheek gleams
By: Omar McDog

In loving memory of Aunt Susan. The joy and laughter that you bring will be missed. But your memory will always be strong in our hearts

“Hope is a thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, And sings the tune without words, and never stops at all” – Emily Dickinson