by Lucinda Davis

Created on: July 31, 2010

She peered from the box

Her nose in the air

Sniffing and smelling

She had love to share

I scooped her up

Into my arms

Her furry wet body

Now safe from harm

She had been abandoned

Alone in the street

Just a small puppy

With great big wet feet

I took her home

And made her my own

Went to the store

And bought her a bone

As I watched her walk

With her big clumsy feet

She tripped and she stumbled

She looked so sweet

So I named her Grace

Ironic you think?

I thought so too

When she knocked over the ink

But as the years passed

She validated her name

She proved who she was

With what she became

We shared many years

My graceful friend

On her it was

I came to depend

She never expected

More than I gave

And at the end

Proved to be quite brave

She saved me from waters

Too treacherous for her

She earned the name Grace

She was never a cur

A faithful dog

To the very end

Mercy, forgiveness

And beauty within

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