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My Two Little Boys

He was only 4 months old When he was placed in my arms He was abused, sad and only a puppy Give him a good home is all he said I cried when he handed me that sad eye'd little guy He was full of energy as he zipped about He was my boy there was no doubt At 10 o'clock every night He would run down the hall ready for bed He'd stand there and wine till I picked him up Wrestling on the bed became an evening ritual Then we would snuggle in for a night of rest He became my personal protector Growl and snap at anyone he thought would hurt me He was my friend and his coat absorb many a tear He gave me comfort in times of need His little heart was a big as he We would go for rides, but he loved to camp Ice cream from Dairy Queen was our favorite snack We have since added another to our little circle They lie belly up in the bright sunshine I look in their eyes and can't deny it No other human could love them as much as I They like to be seen and love to be heard Their real names are Teddy Jay and Toby Michael Oh, sweet little dogs that won my heart Ears flopping, dark brown eyes never fail to delight Each morning they join me in bed Till I rise up and take them outside for a while My sweet little Beagles their toys strung about Their small, their cute they are under my feet But truth be told, although I scold and reprimands They still greet me at the door their little tails wagging Their bright eyes alive with glee Showing their love for me But when I doubt what life's all about And I question all I feel inside And when my heart in torn apart And when I cry all alone One snuggles my neck the other my hand And to my surprise I realize they understand.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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