I don’t buy him clothes
or send him to school
and I have never
celebrated his birthday.
I often wonder,
Do I look into his mothers’ eyes
Or hear his fathers voice
When he speaks.
He has never said “ I love you”
But I know he does, the way
He lights up whenever I’m around.
I remember those early days
Seeing him for the first time, then
He joins our family, finally
I fall in love all over again.
I hit him once
For trying to bite his brother,
Hurt, on both our eyes.
He doesn’t understand
But he does.
Watching them play
Like only brothers can
My only thought
I love my 1.5 children
well I'm a pet guy so this was a great read for me, refreshing the memories of a couple of my earliest friends, first dog and cat. nice read. -Tailor
I liked the love felt in this poem for your pet. And about how hard it is to discipline a dog for biting and how it does hurt if you hit one - hurts both of you. I like how you said you hit him 'once' and that was as if you knew never to do it again because of the pain of doing it. And almost like the dog learned to not bite again, too. Good job in expressing your feelings. Sincerely, Connie Webb
good write alfredo. our family has loved dogs. we have had dozens of them. we know the nature of dogs. they are the most loyal pets. best friends.
Alfredo, I loved this poem. Our pets are our children and when they come into our family we then become their parents. I love all animals, I've got three cats of my own. Keep writing. David
Reminds me of the time a lady holding a dog got on the bus and the driver asked, 'Ticket for two? '.
You make me smile in this poem. I had a dog named Scooby too. Very nice discourse!
Pets are precious. If only they could know that we appreciate them. I think they know more than we realize though. I like this part: Hurt, on both our eyes. He doesn’t understand But he does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How cute, adorable, and loving. : -))