A Helping Hand

I remember the time when I was four A little child knocked on mother’s bedroom door Mum can I have a poodle for my birthday You see I am lonely and the other children are far away And so my wish was granted that night I got a fluffy white poodle to make my days bright I loved to run my fingers through his white fur Make him prance around the garden and with his fav food lure One rainy day my poodle suddenly took ill and died In my life I had never had so much cried I was then eight and my Mum told me wait She brought me a big drawing board and said You can now doodle I played with crayons and pencils and water colors She sold the paintings in charity and collected the dollars My piggy bank swelled till it could hold no more She broke it and said it was now time to google I was then ten and she said well then Here is your laptop So I sat in my tank top and googled away Till I became a computer geek and the best one on the street Today I kiss that helping hand which took me from poodle to doodle to google