I trimmed his hairs,
And spent hours grooming him.
With tenderness,
I laid the bowls of meat and milk beside.
Like a proud parent, i watched,
As he gulped his food in delight.
Later in the day we took a walk,
Listening to the music,
As it booms in my street,
Watching the Adults frown,
As i race him to and fro,
Loving the children scream as he bars canine teeth.
At night he laid at the foot of my bed,
As a bed time story i read,
His ears twitching in pleasure,
Of adventures we would have,
If only we had been in the book.
At last Sleep's hand,
Our eyelids could no móre resist,
A peaceful sleep drift we,
And blissful dreams we had,
Of a tomorrow we would want.
Then i woke up.
It was another day,
Of wishes of the things i will do,
With the dog i never had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem