My daughter's heart stolen
by a bit of fluff carried home;
all tongue and puppy ears, chosen
pooch, by a small girl, now a young woman.
Her tender heart breaking
to see her companion in pain
by her side, 'tis no mistaking
she will maintain
hugs, kisses, worry, and lots of waiting.
by Margaret Bednar 12-3-2012
This is for IGWRT's "Sunday Mini-Challenge - Rossetti" We are using a format used by poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti. It is hard for me NOT to be cheesy when being restricted to rhyme and syllable count... Yes, I'm a lazy poetess.
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