You're Never Too Old To Love A Stuffed Animal

My Special Sign

A little girl
Checking in for surgery
How scared do you think she'll be
She gets her wrist band
And they ask if her doggy would like one too
Of course, the answer is yes
And they're led to a place where the waiting is less
All the tests are done
And her and her doggy are waiting to be taken away
The last thing she sees
Before falling asleep
Is a stuffed doggy
White with red and pink hearts on him
This little girl is me
So you see
This doggy is mine
And is sign
Of what I've been through

By: Valerie Crisci


P.S. I do not want you to feel sorry for me or think I am complaining. All I want to do through this blog is try to share my story. I am very aware that lots of people have it worse than I do and I pray for those people all the time.
On a different note, please tell me how you think my poem sounds. Thank you all for reading my blog posts and letting me tell my story. :)