Oh please, please Mom and Dad,” I said
As I waited for an answer
With a fearful dread.
For so many times it had been “no”.
But, this time, maybe it would be “yes”.
I’d promised it wouldn’t be a burden,
And I swore it wouldn’t make a mess.
For to have a dog of my own would be pure happiness.
I cried for joy as I heard that sound,
That sound of the beautiful word “yes”.
“Let’s go! Let’s go!”, I cried.
I swear at that moment I could’ve died.
We rushed down to the pound
To look for the dog of my dreams.
I was set on getting some type of hound,
But maybe, just maybe, my mind would change.
I looked and looked for that dog,
And slowly my heart began to sink.
My head down low, so close to tears,
I was beginning to think there was no dog for me.
I trudged discouragingly to the strays,
Searching and hoping I’d find her.
And then something caught my eye.
I saw this puppy that seemed just as discouraged as I.
She sat in the back of her kennel,
Head drooped low, ears set back.
I passed on by to see the others;
She wagged her tail as I decided to come back.
I took her, I loved her,
I told her she had a home.
She was my first love,
And now Gypsy’s all my own.