Nine lives had she, in phrase of tense.
The pendulum immense.
From fast-paced times,
To painful lines.
One never on the fence.
You knew just where you stood with her,
And flew, sometimes the fur.
But to get close,
You’d get the most.
Ev’n when things got stirred.
Nine lives had she, just like the ones –
Those furry cats she loved.
For such a while,
With her own style,
She blessed us with her fun.
The life she lived, some will concur,
Was difficult, for sure.
But the Great Being,
Though sight unseen,
Took such good care of her.
One gift to her was laughter’s mood;
She used it as only she could.
We laughed till we cried,
And the tears flowed out wide.
This humor – her medicinal food.
A new life in Christ, freedom had she,
Surprised to learn that He –
The One who died,
And to her never lied,
Would always her rescuer be.
How she yearned for that touch,
Of He who loved her so much.
And that touch came so fast, in due course.
She’s now free from all pain,
And quite healthy again.
As the water flows back to its source.
Nine lives had Marie in such a few years,
Her times brought both joy and fears.
I feel so blessed,
That she is now dressed,
In God’s white robe, with no more tears.