A lover of words, and easily inspired by the beauty and serenity that nature provides.
You made me
'Twas our second meeting, perhaps?
I couldn't remember,
You stare at me expectantly
Your gaze penetrating
Are you hoping that I would remember
You in an instant?
Your wagging incessant
But you're still an alien for me
Yet how could you remember me instantly?
Yet, days for you don't matter
You still remember,
Yes, you do and it made me
So I look back and fix my eyes
On you, you cute little thing
With those pure innocent eyes
I approach you, inch by inch
And try to touch you
Caress your head a little
Afraid that you would be scared
Or surprised, but no you held your ground
You stayed and let me rub your nose
and touch your mouth
I say to myself, what a good way
To raise such a loyal and loving dog
Creamy dear, I hope I could see you again
Such a wonderful friend.
PS. This dog remembered me even I did not notice him when I first visited my mother's place. This poem is solely dedicated to all loyal dogs in the world.