Finally, another of the Bulldog series, as time marches relentlessly on. I've also again picked up on my long-ago-let-slide former vow to self to try to write at least one of as many types of poetry you list as I'm capable; so more to come soon.
The Bulldog Has Become A Mom A blink ago she was our babe in arms; Then turn around; and there the smiling girl - Around again - the strong young woman, Then wed; another shares her charms. Now she strides through life, our perfect pearl, Embracing all the ways of being human. Now she graces the gifts of motherhood With all its joys and false alarms, Bearing well it all, her world awhirl Its challenges well understood As all about, a little Chaos swarms.
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