Puppy Love

If I could ask God for something today,
I would ask for twenty of the best years of my life,
And give them away...
My puppy is very young,
And there is much to see,
Though the wise eyes tell me,
He has seen all there is to see.
Death doesn’t pain me,
We are all headed to the same place,
The loss runs deeper,
I long to see my puppy’s face,
Hear the sound that wouldn’t pass muster as a bark,
The tiny milk teeth that would chew just about anything,
I laugh,
I don’t know if puppy understands my world,
A life that tricks, treats and teases endlessly,
Frightens with choices and cajoles with comfort,
In this crowd,
Often, I find myself lost,
Walk with me a little longer,
Puppy,tug me home,
Who knows we can play forever.