And cheered as I drug my feet forward.
Encouraged me to go on
When I thought the world would end
When I was able to play again
You were my faithful playmate
And when prayers were needed
You freely gave them to me.
You were steadfast with your attention
And you never let me down.
Even if they sometimes hurt,
Your words always carried your truth.
Through you I learned
To live again, to love again
How a woman should be treated
And how to walk away when hurt.
For, teaching a pig to sing…
Well that is not possible, you say.
But this pig things you did a great job.
Thank you for being my friend.
I love you.
-C
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