Tears silently fall on cheeks so small
Memories flow as tales unfold
Satin caresses on aqua robes
Brown padded comfort as warm as hugs

Golden child who squeezes and purrs
Offering gifts of strings of pearls
Far more valued that rarest gold
Holding on to folds of love

Moving on means leaving behind
Tenderly held what once was mine
Never again with love once shared
Rocking in that old brown chair