Here, here, here, Princess br My little puffball br My baby girl wants br a Christmas tree, yet br we can't have both, come br let me brush your silky mane br My, my, my girl! br May I manage the black streak br that waves your back? br br br br Time is slowly gnawing away the years br that I can't hold back, nor the memories br Of when I was a tot br Depressingly, I'm not! br Don't howl girl, I feel your pains br Distressing your back and legs. br Sorry girl, time can't be turned back br Just slowly moving forward in my space br br br 'Princess dig a hole br I'll bury your bones' br br Beneath the ground br lay man and his dog. br br [ I'm still pondering why I wrote this poem. My grand daughter wrote ('River, Tide, Run'on poem hunter by Ilana Sabio] before I wrote mine.