I wait by the door for Mommy to return
When she comes home, a hug I've earned
I find the cushion which feels just right
When Mommy sits we cuddle for the night
I jump around the bed like it is hot
When Mommy lies down, I find my spot
Everyday, from kits to kaboodles
No need to ask, it's because I'm Noodles
5 comments:
OMD we have been MISSING your POEMS..and this is a super one fur SURE.
Oh heck we loved this little sweet face!
stella rose
Oh so sweet Noodles
Snorts,
Lily & Edward
Well said, Noodles...or should I say THE NOODLES. :)
-Love,
Sid.
We love your Noodles poem.
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