What's in the Bag?
By S. L. Chessor
When I come home from shopping,
I'm happily greeted at my door.
With loving eyes and tail wagging,
Wishing the bag, she could explore.
Her actions tell you what she wants
And her eyes communicate,
"Did you bring me anything?"she thinks,
"And why were you so late?"
"You know I really missed you,"
Words danced within her eyes.
"Did you bring me something?"
Then she lets out a little sigh.
As I put each thing away,
She prances underneath my feet.
I know what she is thinking,
"Is there something in there for me?"
"Mom, what's in the bag?"
"What did you bring for me?"
"Mom, what's in the bag?"
"Maybe a toy for me?"
"I waited ‘till you come home
And I was as good as I could be."
"Did you bring me something?"
"Maybe a bone or just a treat?"
As I open up the last bag,
She starts jumping up and down.
I hand her a new squeaky toy,
Her eyes get big and round.
A simple toy makes her happy,
Her gratitude shows in her face.
But the joy that she brings me,
Nothing can take its place.
It doesn't matter where I go,
I know she waits for me.
Always greeting me with loving eyes
And always trying to please.
Their love is unconditional,
Their hearts filled with happiness.
We should be thankful every day,
That God gave these loving pets.
So when they ask, "What's in the bag?"
While looking very sweet.
Show them your appreciation,
It just takes a little treat.