Another Sculptured Face
When first I saw your sculptured face,
sweet eyes that beg a warm embrace.
I knew that we would always be,
best of friends, my dog and me.
You moved like magic round the ring,
like lighting on a silver string.
Your photos in the magazine
admired like a beauty queen.
But, soon another came along,
to claim the star that you were on.
Puppies born would share your fame,
many played the dog show game.
Time has passed and you are gone,
but in your lineage, you live on.
Just last week your great grandson,
at six months old was number one.
I looked into his sculptured face,
remembering our first embrace.