Julia Weingardt
The Ambassador 12/2/16
I can’t believe I find myself turning back the page, remembering you my dearest friend, my wise and clever sage
I giggled like a child when my eyes first met yours; the one and only Franklin who I love and adore
My face a glow, you are state of the art, interconnected with you; heart to heart
Your energy, the gentle breeze that makes the weeping willow sway
Your spirit strong and mighty lifts me up, up and away
Your love, a melody of kindness; magical and enchanting
Your heart a grandiose mountain; that always finds me dancing
How I loved to kiss your silly nose and stroke your piggy ears
But belly rubs are what you loved the most, bringing me to tears.
You loved the songs I sang to you and sometimes you sang along
You whispered to me late last night that you will never be gone
Although your body is tired now and I know that you must rest
Your spirit will always linger here as you are a cut above the rest.
For you are now an ambassador my friend and your kind and gentle soul we will feel in the wind
As your memory is a garden blooming with abundance, I hear your sweet and precious voice and know you are among us.
Your home is here and will always be; your body is fading but heart is with me
An ambassador of hope and an ambassador of peace guiding us all down the road of compassion, planting seeds of peace.
I will never forget you Frankie.
I can’t believe I find myself turning back the page, remembering you my dearest friend, my wise and clever sage
I giggled like a child when my eyes first met yours; the one and only Franklin who I love and adore
My face a glow, you are state of the art, interconnected with you; heart to heart
Your energy, the gentle breeze that makes the weeping willow sway
Your spirit strong and mighty lifts me up, up and away
Your love, a melody of kindness; magical and enchanting
Your heart a grandiose mountain; that always finds me dancing
How I loved to kiss your silly nose and stroke your piggy ears
But belly rubs are what you loved the most, bringing me to tears.
You loved the songs I sang to you and sometimes you sang along
You whispered to me late last night that you will never be gone
Although your body is tired now and I know that you must rest
Your spirit will always linger here as you are a cut above the rest.
For you are now an ambassador my friend and your kind and gentle soul we will feel in the wind
As your memory is a garden blooming with abundance, I hear your sweet and precious voice and know you are among us.
Your home is here and will always be; your body is fading but heart is with me
An ambassador of hope and an ambassador of peace guiding us all down the road of compassion, planting seeds of peace.
I will never forget you Frankie.
- (4)
- Reply
Karen Steenekamp
When Franklin could walk, on hot summer evenings he LOVED being showered with the garden hose (while his brother, Felix, wanted no part of of it). Franklin enjoyed being clean, then getting muddy again.
- (1)
- Reply
Rhiannon Gelner
Some more pictures of the boys before they came to Luvin Arms
- (2)
- Reply (1)
Karen Steenekamp
Such wonderful photos. They were both so little! Felix has grown to be a long, lean and tall boy!