Grace
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Grace
Black and white like a panda bear,
but so much softer is your hair.
Every day you smile at me,
your toothy grin a blessing.
I throw the stick,
the ball,
the toy,
you run and jump
with happy joy.
You make me laugh,
and sing.
Always coming at my call,
even when I am the one,
to fall.
You never scold me,
if I am bad,
instead you take away,
my sad.
You are a dog,
a wonderful gift.
And God knew I needed...
a miracle.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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