Ginger is not just a pet

 

In her innocent eyes lives the sweetest little spark,

In Ginger’s every gentle way, love leaves its mark.

With those ears raised high, as if she has something to say,

Even in silence, her sweetness writes its own way.

Sitting beside her tiny toys, so carefree and light,

In her simple little world lives pure delight.

She asks for no crown, no grand desire to claim,

Just a little love—and that alone is her reign.

In every corner of home, her tender footsteps stay,

Ginger is not just a pet—she’s my heart’s softest way.

~ Dawn