Wampum Memorial Page



The Sun Rises, Again

As the sun rises each day,
A new beginning can be seen,
Newness is created with the light,
Revealing a beautiful image, pristine.

So it is with Wampum, our friend,
With each new birth, a dawning,
And when the sun has set for friends like him,
Their spirit, we are mourning.


But, the promise of a new day,
Will come to cheer us all,
Ushering in a brand new hope,
To comfort, daylight’s fall.

We never forget the many days,
That, our friend Wampum, did shine,
All the happiness that he did bring,
To us, in his lifetime.

The sun rises, again,
The memories unfold,
The sadness is slowly eased,
By the promise, we’ve been told.
 

The promise is a simple one,
Given in love by Wampum our friend,
That his spirit is renewed in us,
Each time, the sun rises, again.

Author:
Max The Poet ©2000

 


To Dad Lobelts and Mom Lulu - 
my dearest family ...
There's some things I'd like to say,
But first of all, to let you know
That I have arrived okay.


I'm writing this from heaven.
Here I dwell with God above,
Where there's no more tears of sadness ...
There is just eternal love.


The day I had to leave you
When my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me
And said, "I welcome you!"


"It's good to have you back again,
You were missed while you were gone;
As for your vacationing dearest family,
Your Vet will tell them later on."


"I need you here badly,
As you're part of my plan;
There's so much that we have to do,
To help our mortal man."


I wish that I could tell you
All that God has planned;
But if I were to tell you,
You really wouldn't understand.


It was always my philosophy
And I'd like it be for you too,
That as you give unto the world,
The world will give back to you.


If you can ever help some bunny like me
Who's in sorrow and pain,
Then you can say to God at night ...
"My day was not in vain."


For now I am contented,
That my life was worthwhile;
Knowing as I passed along the way,
I was able to make you smile.


So if you meet some bunny
Who is sad and feeling low ...
Just lend a hand to pick him up,
As on your way you go.



When you're out in your backyard
And you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps
Only half a step behind.


And when it's time for you to go
From that body to be free,
I'll rush to the heavenly gate ...
Tell God my Dad is finally here with me.

~ Author: Ruth Ann Mahaffey ~
Revised by Lulu Robertson
 to use on Wampum's 
Memorial Web Page


 

 

An open letter from Wampum
to Dad Robertson
 

My  dearest  Dad  Lobelt,

Thank  you  very much  for the
beautiful  grave  marker
that  you  and  Mom Lulu  made  for me.
Thank  you  also  for  the  flowers  and
 love  letters  you  wrote  on  the  cardboards
and  placed  over me. 
I want  to  let  you  know  that
I read  them  everyday. 
I also  watch  you  every time
you  come  and  and  visit  me.

Yes, it  was  a  short  visit  at  your
household  but  the  love  you've  given  me
will  last  forever  and  ever.
 
I will  always  cherish  the  unconditional
love  and  devotion  you  showered  on  me.
Mom  Lulu  is  truly  lucky  to  have  a
husband  as  wonderful  as  you  are.  She told
me so one day...

Kabah,  take  care,  and  thanks  a
million  from  the  bottom  of  my
heart  for  everything...

Love you always,
Wampie