Scottie, you were so happy,
So laughing and so gay;
As you danced through this earthly life,
Each year, each week, each day
No one was a better friend,
None more loyal than you;
You deserve the golden home above
Where no one is ever blue.
Your soul has left with ringing steps
And started up the shining stair
To join with the others gone before
To take your place in your special chair.
Cradled in your Father's arms
You'll not remember cold or fear;
Clasped in the circled warmth
You'll never drop another tear.
So, laugh and rejoice
As Scottie would have done
She has the greatest dream of joy
And sorrow she has none.
©Mid 50's Noralee Carroll Crowson