Cricket

Beneath the golden summer sky so bright,
A fragile soul emerged from a shadowed night.
Among the bins, she made her quiet stand,
A life unloved, yet hope close at hand.

On Christmas Eve, the warmth she came to know,
Through gentle hands that offered love to show.
With trust she rolled, her fears began to fade,
A silent plea, her gratitude conveyed.

The summer’s heat, a time of joy and cheer,
Became a season when her love drew near.
A soft embrace, her head beneath an arm,
Her tender heart a light, her touch so warm.

But fragile threads of fate began to weave,
And love prepared a gift for her to leave.
She journeys now where peace and beauty shine,
With tiny souls, she nurtures for all time.

In fields eternal, under skies so wide,
She roams with her sweet babies by her side.
Her spirit sings, her memory will remain,
A mark of love amidst the summer rain.

Oh Cricket dear, your story warms the heart,
For now, with them, you’ll never be apart.
In summer’s glow, your legacy takes flight,
A beacon shining softly through the night.

Though gone in form, your love will never fade,
A bond eternal, in memories gently laid.