Skitter Scatter little patter, ball of fur, nothing cuter than my Maggie May on this day. Big brown eyes that melt my heart away, she can do no wrong, this little song of my heart. Held high to the sky. I look up at her small frame fragile body, legs dangling, tail wagging and wonder how God put so much love in a small little dog. Fur held close to my cheek makes my week. Does not matter what the problem, they all go away, when I hold my little Maggie May. O how I love my Maggie May on this day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem