I found this lovely poem on the internet - and understand it completely. The little foal on page 10 of Issue 68 was only 'lent' to me in 1992, and I miss him still. June.
I'll lend you for a little while, my grandest foal HE said,
For you to love while he's alive, and mourn when he is dead.
It may be one or twenty years, or days or months you see,
But will you, 'til I take him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You'll have treasured memories, as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught on earth, I want this foal to learn.
I've looked the wide world over, in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, with trust I've chosen you.
Now will you give him total love? Not think the labour vain?
Nor hate me when I come here, to take him back again?
I know you'll give him tenderness, and love will bloom each day,
And for the happiness you've known, forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for him, much sooner than you'd planned,
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and someday understand.
Author Unknown
