when I took Benji out
to the back garden
for a few minutes,
the moon was bright and pure
behind the bare autumn branches
of the mulberry tree
and I could feel
more than ever
the warm inner glow
of my Guardian Angels in Heaven,
Flicka, Tigger and Daisy
blessing me
with their
unconditional
and forever
love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem