Look at me

I'm waiting here in foster care for you to come and see

The one the others have passed by, please, stop and look at me!

I'm not alone here in my quest to find myself a place

Where someone will have love for me and softly stroke my face. 

We're not so young in years they say, although we're young at heart

If you'll take a chance with us - please know we'll do our part.

Our faces have a bit of white, our legs a slower gait

Our hearts so full of love to give - but still we sit and wait. 

A younger dog is what folks want, one who romps and plays

They won't take the time to look at us - just think we're old and grey.

Little do they know the things we have to offer them

Manners learned and quiet souls - good dogs all we've been.

There are those here too, whose souls were damaged and in pain

Before they came to this safe place and learned to trust again.

When new folks come and look at them, they seem withdrawn and shy.

Time is all they need to learn that new bonds they can tie.

Patience, love and gentle hands is all they ask of you

In exchange - their hearts they give you in their lives so new. 

We may not be the perfect dogs in everybody's eye

Too big, too small, too brown, too slow, too black, too old, too shy.

But unless you sit and take the time and see all that we can be

You'll miss the best that is right here - Please stop -

 

HEY - Look at ME!

 

(Cyndee Walklet)