Heart Strings

by Terri Onorato


A flutter races through my heart
like wings of butterflies
it pulls ever so lightly
stinging tears come to my eyes.

An old familiar feeling
like a memory tucked so deep
it stays forever with me
it is mine alone to keep.

Four precious paws from heaven
did encompass me forever
and with woven strings of angel dust
tied our hearts together.

The final breath was taken
the last heartbeat echoed faint
a loving tug on heart strings
was felt through storms of pain.

This tug was but a message
that was heard yet left unspoken
assurance through the hurtful loss
the bond would not be broken.

As wings of angels whisper
and the chimes begin to sing
a bond is strongly deepened
with the tug of our heart strings.


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