Chotu waits

April 26th 2007

My little Chotu passed away, no more to breathe a sound.
I held him for the last time, then entombed him in the ground.
Day and night I wept so much, in tears I thought I'd drown.
I searched my soul for comfort, but no peace therein was found.

High up in the courts of heaven today
A little dog angel waits; and he is my Chotu
With the other angels he will not play,
But he sits alone at the gates.

For I know my master will come, says he,
And when he comes he will call for me.
The other angels pass him by
As they hurry towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone.