Venetia Crasta Poet Couplet

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

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