Owed 2 Ab ~ 33 & Forever Free
I bid my best friend a final farewell today.
As a firstborn child remembered, He won’t go away.
Our memories not forgotten, as I hold them near,
Just like our first encounter when we met in yesteryear.
I was the only one to enter His stall corridor that day.
He was the only one to peer out and down the aisle my way.
In those first eternal moments I bought Him sight unseen.
It was fate merging our paths with a cause and a mean.
My Dream Horse shone like a new copper penny,
Trimmed in a golden mane and tail He stood out among many.
Gentle, forgiving, curious, yet strong,
He challenged me to new heights and brought me along.
Like my own spirit there were times He bucked hard,
Yet He returned to me always, where He stood over guard.
My seat learned secure with a sense of balance, held firm,
And although grounded often, my respect for Him He did earn.
His rocking-horse canter floated upon air,
Extending and releasing like elastic, without a care.
As always, I held His soft mouth tender as we rode.
He wore His rubber-egg butt proudly, as we had last strode.
At 15 point 1 His package was small.
Yet He felt so very big—so absolutely tall.
Who knew He flew with the birds, and had their wings of flight?
As He could run with the wind blowing at the speed of light.
And we ran and we jumped, as one does just for joy,
As a gazelle might and would, over life’s hurdles, oh boy!
Others came and went, but He stayed, sharing more than half my life.
He laughed with me, cried with me, and consoled me in my times of strife.
He raised me up into the person I’ve become,
As I bore and raised my own children, and then some.
Known to all as ‘Good ole Ab,’ He fostered novice riders along,
Making them confident in character—they too grew strong.
He taught me, my friends, children et al,
That just being is beauty, and honesty stands tall.
Among His herd He roamed independent and free.
Like me, Abba belonged to no one, only to thee.
His life made full, brought mine complete.
Our journey saw too soon where our trail end would meet.
The best I could do was offer Him His lifetime home,
But His real reward lay across heaven’s gate alone.
He taught me to listen, then told me when.
It was His time to go, but He would see me again.
This morning, I saw a shiny new copper penny.
It fell out of my pocket and onto the floor like many.
But this one stood alone, both shiny and bright,
As a symbol of his freedom that lived long in this light.
With the breeze at our backs, Ab took one final buck,
In the world He so loved; I wished upon Him a final good luck.
As my friend laid my friend ever so gently to earth,
The breeze carried His spirit into the land of new birth.
I don’t pray to the Lord for His soul to keep,
Because He rests inside me eternally, for mine to reap.
Thank you Abdaar Fadan for the gifts that you gave,
No longer must you play a part here, as you rest in your grave.
Single handed you raised JD into your mirror of a special horse.
And in His turn, and by your guidance, He has taught Lily your course.
Together your herd stands solemn over your final resting spot,
Knowing you go before them, leading the way—and you found your way out.
Freedom rides high and rewards those who deserve it,
And you, my dear friend, won yours, as heaven assures it.
Each morning I will hear your soft nickering voice.
Each night you will trail in; I will miss seeing you, but respect your choice.
And when my time comes, I know you’ll be there standing at my gate,
Peering out once again down our aisle, impatiently, wondering if I’m late.
To toss at me, push at me, burrowing your head deep,
To make sure I am listening, looking up ahead, and am not asleep.
No farewells to you, My Dear Sweet Old Friend,
As your heart and soul live on inside me, to my final of no end.
Registered as “Abdaar Fadan” aka “Ab,” “Abba,” and “Good ole Ab.”
Born May 12, 1976—As remembered this 28th Day of January 2010
Original Poem in my book Abba. Life. Love. Letting Go.
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