David Pekrul

She's Glad When I Come Home



Posted: Friday, January 09, 2009

by David Pekrul

I come home very late at night when she is fast asleep,
I try to creep inside without a sound,
But she is always waiting there as happy as can be,
I know I wake her when I come around.

But she is glad to see me, even though I'm very late,
She holds no grudge and never seems to mind,
She always has a kiss for me to welcome me back home,
I think that little girl is really fine.

We spend some time together and she heads off back to bed,
Tomorrow I will see her once again,
Another day, I come home late, but she is always there,
So happy and not pointing any blame.

What can I say about a girl who acts the way she does?
When I am down she always lifts me up,
For there are not a lot like her; she treats me like a king,
I'm talking 'bout my darling little pup.

If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at
170 Carr Cres.
Okotoks, AB
T1S 1E3
Canada
E-Mail:dpekrul@gmail.com

David Pekrul was born in New Westminster, B. C. Canada.

He wrote his first poem in February, 2004, as an Anniversary card for his wife, Linda. Being rather pleased by the results of his first attempt, he wrote a second one, then another and another. He soon realized that he was in love with words.

The pictures that his words paint may not always be pretty, but they are pictures worth viewing, for he writes about the world around him, whether they be things good, bad or otherwise. He also writes about family, nature, God and faith.

His first poetry book, "Parts Of The Sum Volume One" has just been published and can be found at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3145051

David makes his home in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies with his wife Linda and spoiled pup, Tiki.

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» left by Susan Thom
 3 years 132 days ago.
179 fans.
hi david,
 
i knew that was going to be the conclusion!
 
a great poem once again.
 
the english language, flowing and rhyming.
 
takes talent,
 
my best regards,
 
sue thom
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