Dog Years Or Leap Years? Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

You are thirteen years old just today
If dog years were counted for you.
But if you count in leap years,
Congratulations, you’re twenty two!
(plus 5)
If friends who love you as family,
And family who love you as friend,
Were stood on top of each other,
The moon could be reached by them.

I made this poem intentionally small,
For I felt you might need a nap,
From all of the children over the years
Who snuggled right up on your lap!

Leap year or dog years, it matters not,
For the world in which I live,
Has simply been blessed with your presence.
Thank you Grandma, my dearest friend!