Paw Prints in the Sand
I walked along the sand one day
and with my friend so dear,
I could not help but notice there were
Paw Prints that were near.
They seemed so small compared to mine,
Yet I knew it was not so,
For those small prints that followed mine
Were bigger than I'd known.
I thought of all the times that I had
Watched her run and play,
And all the times that she had brought me
Comfort day by day.
I thought of times far more than one
When I had felt so sad,
And just the touch of those small paws
Had made my heart feel glad.
I thought of times when as a pup
She'd chew and gnaw and cry,
And how she'd come a runnin'
Whene'er I'd pass her by
A yippin' and a yappin'
To tell me she was there.
Her tail was always waggin'
To let me know she cared.
Those paws have grown, and so has she,
Far more than I can see;
That even though we're older now,
She's still a pup to me.
Those times when we have laughed and
Played mean more than I can say,
For they have given meaning to our lives
From day to day.
It's in sharing life that we fulfill
The purpose from above.
By living, laughing, playing, working
We learn how to love.
And though those paw prints following me
Someday may fade away,
I'll know that I'm far better off
Because they came my way.
This poem was written for Teala, our Alaskan Malamute. (1992-2008) "Our Gift From God"
Copyright Daniel and Mary Kooiman, 2010 All Rights Reserved
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