He Is His Own Piglet
But I do not want to be grimy
Wish I was a salamander, slimy
You’re a piglet. You should love mud said Dad.
Dirty soiled hooves and hair should not make you mad.
Let him be said Mom. He is his own best pig.
For her my identity was important, truly big.
Daddy backed off from his far away boy.
Giving this piglet a renewed sense of joy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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