Poems by Carolanne Murphy
Thoughts of a Puppy
Nestling against my mother,
Her fur so soft and warm,
So safe and so secure.
I have no idea at all
The things my life will bring.
Big hands grabbing at me now!
Mother, where are you?
They say my cries are cute
But I want my mum, my brothers and sisters.
I’m held tight now, and very close
Against something soft and warm.
Now my life is in your hands,
Please don’t let me down .
We go away from mother,
In a big and noisy thing.
I’m scared and trembling.
You cuddle me tight.
I look up at you, with trusting eyes.
Your face looks kind and gentle.
My trembling stops a little now
As the big, noisy thing stops.
We go inside, it all seems so strange.
I’m given a bed that’s just for me,
Perhaps it’s not so bad.
Then later more cuddles and something to eat.
I soon forget my mother,
You are my family now
And when I’m big I’ll keep you safe.
Give you lots of love.
But please remember this.
My life is in your hands
So love me always,
As I will you.
And our friendship will never end.