Flowers to keep with folded square papers
And soft loving cats to cuddle and hold
Hours to spend in such beauty of nature
Small swift paper cranes dance silent in room

Gray cat shall follow whenever he's called
Cat gives such comfort but makes itchy eyes 
Lay down to slumber with whispering prayers
Paws with much tender shall wake sleeping skies  

Peace comes to mind-body-and soul with art
Expressing one's self through portraits and paint
We can have peace from great feats of grieving
Emotions could have been bottled and strained

But that can not be-for sake of one's health
We are not perfect but we try to be