Here, here, here, Princess <br />My little puffball <br />My baby girl wants <br />a Christmas tree, yet <br />we can't have both, come <br />let me brush your silky mane <br />My, my, my girl! <br />May I manage the black streak <br />that waves your back? <br /> <br /> >>>> <br /> <br />Time is slowly gnawing away the years <br />that I can't hold back, nor the memories <br />Of when I was a tot <br />Depressingly, I'm not! <br />Don't howl girl, I feel your pains <br />Distressing your back and legs. <br />Sorry girl, time can't be turned back <br />Just slowly moving forward in my space <br /> <br /> >>>> <br />'Princess dig a hole <br />I'll bury your bones' <br /> <br />Beneath the ground <br />lay man and his dog. <br /> <br />[ I'm still pondering why I wrote this poem. My grand daughter wrote ('River, Tide, Run'on poem hunter by Ilana Sabio] before I wrote mine. She doesn't know why she wrote it ] <br /> <br />April 23,2010<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-and-his-dog/
