I stand before the early dawn alone with my thoughts berfore the morn’. Remembering the night when all was dark, not even the sound of a lonely dogs bark.
When three of us in a stable stall tried in vain to assist the night before. A brave little mother who gave her all, to give live to her first born.
I remember the pleasure that turned into pain, reflected in the eyes of your loving master, as he tried again and again.
Working faster and faster coaxing your heart, hoping and praying that you won’t depart. He took one last deep breath, blew into your nose, only to discover your beautiful eyes closed.
If horses become angels, and I am sure they do. You’ll know that you are one of the few to be touched by loving hands, who had great plans for you.
Race on little foal, across you golden sands, and as your free spirit soars high into the sky, your master bids you farwell, and a last goodbye.
Author- Sue Eggersglusz
