Little Brushwood sat at the foot of his Mom’s bed,

Trying to understand the words his Mom had said.

His head slightly tilted and his eyes showed he cared,

As Mom described the feelings of a friendship shared.

Mom used the big mirror to help style up wild hairs,

While speaking about two great friends waiting downstairs.

Occasionally Little Pup would hear Mom sigh,

But he’d quietly listen with his ears perked high.

“I’m the Maid of Honor at tomorrow’s wedding,

And that means I am involved, not just attending.”

Mom longed to wear the beautiful dress on the bed,

Saying “I’ll be back.” and hugged her little pup’s head.