The Puppy

An only child I grew up free of sibling squabbles, which was fine. No nieces, nephews, there for me, I was a lone leaf on the vine, the end of this old family line. I never felt my life flawed. I found a puppy in decline. A puppy was my gift from God. I found the fellow by a tree, abandoned, nestled by a pine. We were then poor, but he was free! I pledged to feed him food of mine. The way we bonded seemed divine. My mom and grandma were both awed. The puppy never once did whine. A puppy was my gift from God. I taught the puppy where to pee. He learned to sit with just a sign. Where ever I was, there was he. I nursed him 'til his eyes did shine with life, no more was he supine. He slept with me; he never gnawed. He filled lonesome days with sunshine. A puppy was my gift from God. That puppy made my life benign. Oh, Prince of Peace, men must applaud the wonder of the grand design. A puppy is a gift from God. June 15, 2015