' The Puppy And A Rose... ' Poem by MoonBee Canady

I Drew A Puppy and A Rose
Then I Sat Back… and I Cried
It bought back such Memories
‘afore my Grandma Died…

A Golden Puppy and Red Rose…
and Me, in Grandma’s Garden
a-Playing and a-Growing
and all the Ruckus, She’d Pardon

Sometimes, She’d take me by the Hand
And We’d Walk between the Rows
… of Onions and Potatoes, Greenbeans
Blackeye-Peas and Tomatoes

She had a Pecan and a Peach Tree
And I had a Slide, and See-Saw – Swing
And I’d hold that Puppy in my Lap
And the Sunshine gave me Wings! ...

Then, I’d make some Mud-Pies
And tried to brush the Puppy’s Teeth
But, Instead of getting Spanked
The Folks just Laughed at Me…

And, Oh, the Flowers in the Front Yard
And on the Porch – all the Pretty Roses
We’d Poke our Faces, Real Close
To get the Perfume in our Noses…

God… I Loved that Puppy
And Lord… I Love my Grandma
… and I Love You and Your Son
… for Memories and Teardrops, at What I Draw…