A Yorkshire Rose Dog
I'm two years old and sitting
On a freezing concrete floor,
Caged and scared and waiting,
To be led out through that door,
Loaded up and taken
To a place where life will end,
And I never had the chance to be
A loyal and loving friend.
Since I was taken from my mother,
I've lived with fear and pain,
Beaten, kicked and underfed,
Left in the pouring rain,
I've never known a kind word,
A gentle hand upon my head,
No sense of being wanted,
I've lived my life in dread.
I can see the handle turning,
My life is done - so soon,
But wait! A smiling lady,
Has just entered the room,
She's kneeling down and saying
That I've nothing more to fear,
A kind and loving voice,
The sort I never thought I'd hear.
It seems there's someone waiting,
A place where I can stay,
'Till my forever person
Takes me home one day.
For now, I'm waiting for that time
While my trust in humans grows,
My life will be worth living,
A life saved by Yorkshire Rose.
Sue Wolstenholme
