Pepe

Reminisce of Southern streets honey suckle vines, Magnolia air strolling my Pepe down old streets , flowers wild growing everywhere ~ What was in that carriage as I walked proudly down a sidewalk ? My poodle Pepe, a blue bonnet tied, Pepe sat up faithfully, bonnet on his head . spectators driving by with smiles , the girl with a baby poodle was the talk ~ On a old plantation porch calling Pepe ? Pepe come home ? I patiently await . Where was my furry lamb with silk black curls ? My puppy needed his walk . Told by my parents after several cries many weeks straight ~ ~ For they knew of my Poodles Fate ~ "Come inside , Pepe will come back ." He would not come home , Winter cold. Parents hearing tireless cries , the truth was reveled , In a shed Pepe died. My Mother told me what no Parent wants to share with a child of five years old ~ My Poodle had been in a shed with my brother and Dad , curiosity he always had. A ladder had fallen on him , taking him away . Calling for Pepe the same day ... We buried my Pepe , wrapped in blanket with his bonnet, in the back yard. ~ A cross made of branches , brick inscribed " here lies Pepe " bouquet by side. ~ I can not explain this love that left my heart broken , tireless nights I cried.