Ode To Crystal

She's in the skies,
She's in my eyes,
She's in the breeze,
She's in my knees,

Although she's dead,
She's in my head
and on my bed,

I can't let go,
I love her so,
She made life better,

She made it pure,
Yet in the end,
Hers had no cure.

I hear her purr -
It's sweet and clear.

Is she with God?

Is Crystal here?

Diane DeLong

Owner, Critter Sitters