Eight puppies with their eyes still closed
Little pink paws where white toenails grows
Sucking on their tongues fast asleep
What dreams do the puppies keep?
Eight breathing entities
Sign of the Spring to please
The growing of life
Momma dog's Sampson's wife
Eight warm soft baby bundles
Awake walking as tumbles
Come with those weak shaky legs
With whimpers for mama that begs
Eight boxer puppies, four brindle's, four fawns
Laying somnolent stretching, one yawns
In a well-padded-blue-kiddy-pool
You eight gifts from heaven leave me your fool
Eight precious beings with tails docked yesterday
Thank you dear God for bringing these puppies our way
Into this dog house where we're not alone
To love you way more that a fat juicy bone
Eight tiny angels hush now to sleep
Rest by Mikkayla dreams to go deep
There by your mama with life's spirit in you
Miracle of miracles quiet babies God's love grew.
