Even though I poke and prod,
even though my nosiness
is sometimes something
to scorn...
Can I keep you?
Even though my temper
is something unpleasant
and like arrows
my words can be...
Can I keep you?
Even though I shun
technological games
and whimper and whine...
Can I keep you?
I promise to feed you
and take you for walks.
To snuggle and cuddle
and try to understand
the things that you do.
I promise to always
encourage your talent
and never let you think
you don't have what it takes.
Because I believe in you.
I know the truth
and I know you care.
I will stand by your side
in whatever way
to make sure that you live
as I know you can.
I'm here for you
to lean on,
to cry on,
to tickle and pounce
as long as you'll have me.
So...
Can I keep you?
Copyright February 11, 1998 Laura Miske
*Dedicated to my hubby on our first Valentine's day we spent together.
