I grab my china tea cup,
and one sweet little white pup.
Looking through her tiny eyes,
I find a girl so very wise.
Pups still love each morning meal,
and it seems they help us heal.
They just choose to ignore hate,
and quite patiently they wait.
For us all to do the same,
and get back into the game.
Those pups always find their joy.
I can too, if I toss my dog a toy.