This is a tribute poem to a special boy on his birthday, even though we don’t really know the exact date.
It was a drive that day I won’t forget
His father couldn’t stay
I offered to be a foster parent
And then the two of us drove away
Mom wanted to adopt, but needed more information
I agreed he could live here, until she came home for summer vacation
Murphy is his name and a handsome boy is he
Mom took one look and back to North Carolina they flew like a bee
They lived a life of love and happiness and then my mother got quite ill
Mom passed away and with her loss Murphy needed a home still
My grandson wanted a playmate, a buddy and a pal
So my daughter simply looked at Murphy and said oh, what the hell
Bags were packed and the van was loaded as the journey anew began
From south to north his travel went, on to a new land
The phone rang last night as my grandson’s voice was all hearty
Will you, grandma, Dexter and Jasmine come to Murphy’s birthday party
Saturday we drive 70 miles to a gala that will be regal
For you see, our Murphy is having a birthday and Murphy is a beagle
Arf, arf, bark, bark the day will be as the dogs run to and fro
And Murphy’s bones and treats will arrive, neatly tied into a bow
Happy birthday, my old friend!
Written by: Dennis L. Page
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