A poem I wrote in Aug 2017 …. My Girl She’s a constant joy, Tiny like a toy. She leaps and prance’s, Does hind-leg dances. She slips and slides, Does tummy glides. She lays on all laps, Loves all-day pats. She’s a mirror of love, Knowingly, from above. Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

My Girl, (Last night’s dream)