Your favorite hammock is empty now
No more kisses to greet us
No hope and bounces of tiny feet to meet us.

No playful nip upon our ankles.
No curling up in our lap after a treat to thank us.
We've put away the stuffed toys you loved to hide
For seeing them hurts deep inside.

But we will miss you little Bandit
For you could never measure
The happiness that you brought us
The warmth, the love, the pleasure.

And since God put you here for us to share,
In your joy and love and sorrow.
I am sure he will have you waiting across the rainbows bridge for us
In heavens bright tomorrow.

Written By: Stephanie Sheme, 1998

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