My first puppy was fresh as mamma’s morning biscuits.
I cuddled him in my arms, buried his head in my bosom
I kissed his cold nose, that warmed my heart very!
Then, I watched my puppy love grow way past
our tender years of youth.
Oh how lucky I am to have known the first man in my life,
Though, I lost him to the dust earlier enough.
Still, he left men in my life to act against the tough.
Each one holds a special place in my heart:
Even staked out a place for them, to
Stay with me on the other side.
There’re four men in my life, still:
My husband of recent years, and
Three sons each in times ago
These men in my life I love so!
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