Carlie and the Graham Crackers

Here's the little dickens

In the evening after dinner, it is often true 

I want a sweet treat, when the day is thru

Often the one sitting here, careless and free

Is Carlie, the 8 lb wonder dog, right next to me 

Since chocolate is poison to her, it isn’t often 

I’m enjoying something she can partake in

But what she loves most, if you could ask her, 

She’d say, “give me a large stack of graham crackers!”

Since this treat is benign, and my heart like a mother, 

I freely give pieces, one after the other 

But a strange thing occurs, no sooner she seizes one up 

She transforms into a obsessed snarling-pup 

If I were to approach, even to give more,  

She’ll growl and protect, fierce to the core 

Possessing the tiny crumbs given before,

She believes I will steal them, though endless my store 

Silly dog, what came over you? Outlook so bleak, 

Did you forget I go to the store every week? 

Don’t you realize there will always be more? 

Isn’t that what dog mommas are for? 

There’s someone she reminds me of, someone I know, 

At times, who starts growling when I get close 

The gifts I’d want to give, now they are lacking

Because when I draw near, starts attacking 

Dear pup, didn’t you trust me just moments before? 

I’ve fed you, cared for you, and come to adore 

My heart toward you generous, open-handed and free 

What makes you disbelieve this about me? 

Maybe I do this too, when abundance feels poor 

Hold onto the little I have, not sure God will give more 

Suspicious, mistrust, self-protect, hoard 

with the kind-hearted Owner of graham crackers galore.