Your songs of life were complicated, but you played on despite the pain.
I harmonized the best I could behind you, always in your shadow.
Now the bright lights are shining on me. I take center stage to sing my own complicated songs.
Wondering who will sing in harmony behind me.
Happy birthday dad, you are terribly missed.
Your paw prints are forever etched in my heart. Wait for me there.
Your whispers of promises are diluted in the winds
The moonlight casts shadows on your truths.
Early morning sun brings me fresh realities.
I will be fine without you.
Mr. Brooks the retired working dog.
He spent his young years in the service of another, now its time for fun.
He’s still dedicated to his craft on occasion and helps me along when I least realize it. He heals my sadness with Labrador kisses.
I’m thankful for my blessed boy and so proud to be his new mom!
Be respectful when you see a working dog always ask before you pet.
Happy thanksgiving to all!
I’m not an accessory
I’m not a fashion statement
I’m not your cute purse puppy
I’m tiny this is true
I will do things to make you laugh
I will kiss away your tears
All I ask is you love me unconditionally
As I do for you
Conquerors win the battle
Arrogance lingers
Abuse takes center stage
You failed to understand us
You didn’t even try
Now we have a voice
We are rising
We will not fall
Conquerors win the battle
But ultimately lose the war
raven newcastle 