I have a book that is a million years old…

I have a book that is a million years old…
Written in the rings of the trees…
Did you know, there were giants in those days?
And things that were actually shorter than me?
 
There are many tear-stained pages…
That people have skipped without notice…
An equal amount of bad and good…
All the little rags and pieces.
 
On page 105,000, I found my spotted cousin…
She would howl all day for the shooting stars she missed the night before…
In the next chapter she was so happy…
Because one of those stars exploded right over her head.
 
There are so many familiar pathways…
So much territory, belonging to us all…
My great, great, great grand pups’ lucky charm was a hairball from a cat…
It told him everyday that everything was going to be alright.
 
Ah, I found you and your family!
All coming together like children at a family reunion…
Like pillars of a beautiful temple…
Oh, how blessed you are.
 
I love you,
 
Annie