'SHE CARRIED ME' - FOR SANDIE SMITH - ROLLINGS-RANCH...

I need you; Macee is hurt

hurt - my mind rhymes

this word

with Pert

..shampoo..

..who..

Oh yes, I think P&G

and I remember

"She carried me"

Night-air stings my face; cold - dark

I race

to see my injured soul-mate

I must hold her

the word is

embrace...

I'm choking; I take a short and

anxious breath

with pounding heart and

frightened mind...

"Will this mean Macee's death"?

How warm and sleek is her coat; yet wet

and

why is that left hind leg configured in this
way?

What has happened in these past few hours

..what happened on this January day..

Surreal - the still of time ever standing

while

Macee is not

A phone is shoved into my ear

..this life-line for my beloved

and I feel so weak;

my forehead's hot.

The bucket drops; the curtain falls

A stall - sweet hay; it feels like

prison walls....

We breathe - together; a rhythmic wave
as tears stream down my tired face,

I remember all the joy and love

Macee gave....

I hold her precious head; she lets it rest

so easily in my lap

I think about her earthly life; then
wondering

if she goes to heaven,

can she 'read that heavenly map'?

The hands of time have moved too fast

yet the memory of Macee will ever last

Medication injected;

the pain is lessened
peace

and calm in Macee - yes I see

and I'll always cherish

the memory .. 'my' memory,

...yes...

'she carried me'.

For Sandie Smith, and 'Macee' - Macee died
1/11/08.

Written by Sandie's friend:

Diane Stirling-Stevens