Stolen

Those kindly blue eyes were only a guise-
by now, I understand.
Once, I contend, I called you a friend
and followed your every demand.
And now, you don’t know why I fail to bestow
you with greetings when you come to the door?
It’s because you took the heir I chose to bear
so I won’t love you anymore. 

I remember you cursed as I tenderly nursed
the puppy, my only child.
But I never would guess that you’d take what I possessed-
And yet, it seems I was beguiled.
I only produced one, but he was a treasured son
though you needed more for gain.
Regardless, you sold the “trash” to make some cash
and caused me all this pain.

Why didn’t you put on sale my legs, head, tail?
I would have given you all you desired
It would have been preferred to what actually occurred,
but it’s not what you required.
Had you chosen to afflict your heaviest punches, throws, and kicks
I would have been less bitter.
For it appears that instead you left me for dead
when you stole my one-puppy litter.