PET POEMS: “A happy new home”



Sometimes I think – wheres my Mom, wheres my Dad? Trying to remember the past.
But then I remember the kind gentle heart o
f a family that walk on two legs.
A scratch behind the ear, a pat on the head, I
m really part of this pack.
s chase and fetch, great tug-of-war and running around with the boys.
Those special treats from the cardboard box – a delight from kind human hands.
ll always remember Moms kind gentle ways but they seem unimportant today.
m surrounded by love, treated with kindness – even have my own bed.
s great to be here and part of the life in a happy new loving home.                         by Patricia Walter

(Posted with permission from the author)

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