Little Puppy

Her cruel hand slapped Jeanie’s head,

her mother yelled the daily chores.

`Scrub, wash; clean, dust,

and don’t forget the doors`.

Jeanie stumbled and fell to the floor,

she struggled to hide her streaming tears.

The cruelty from her mother,

Jeanie endured it for many years.

One day as Jeanie was shopping,

she saw something very queer.

A sack on the ground was moving,

she froze, quivering in fear.

Suddenly she heard a whimper,

she thought it sounded like a pup.

When she opened the dirty sack,

she bent down to pick it up.

The little dog was skeletal and scruffy,

Jeanie’s heart missed a beat.

The pup looked into her loving eyes;

poor little mite collapsed at her feet.

She lifted him tenderly to her breast,

softly she whispered into his shabby ears.

`Please don’t die dear little pup`,

and stirred to my falling tears!

She concealed him in her room,

but her mother heard him bark.

She threw the puppy in the cellar.

The wicked witch left him in the dark.

Her love for the puppy gave her courage.

She finally stood up to her mother’s rage.

Smiling Jeannie envisioned her future.

Turning her life over, a new page

All the while in the gloomy basement,

the little puppy lay alone in thought.

He wondered what was to become of him.

poor puppy felt miserable and distraught.

When the door to the cellar opened,

his ravenous body trembled in fear.

But then he heard a familiar voice,

`my poor little Puppy, come here`.