by Llewellyn Sperrey / Llewellyn Sperrey Copyright 2007

Softly folding into creases unending
Touching my heart with joys never ending
You were the one dog above all others
When you left me my sobs could not be smothered.

You were born on my birthday in March
Wrinkles on end like they were filled with starch
Always bouncing filling me with pleasure
Blanch I will forever your memory treasure.


Llewellyn Sperrey