The Bleeding Heart

You, standing there leaning over
Your hearts showing on your sleeve
Pink, red or even white
You make it easy to believe.

That somehow, someway everything’s alright
My wonderful little pal bob
Way up in dog heaven
It happened one sad night.

There was no plant before he died
A digging mess where he would lay
One fine day I saw a shoot
Up from the ground came a tiny spray.

How’d you get there, you pretty pink heart?
Aroma mild and so set apart
His friend, the bird must have helped one day
On the spring- like sunny, month of May.