Paprika for your sassy days,
chewing up my library books,
working on your craft projects
when I’m not home.
Boo for calling you to me, young furry love.
Pepito at breakfast. Pepsi before bed.
To my friend forgets your name, you are Piper,
and local porcupines call you Pepper of the Quills.
When I notice your ears are perked up and listening, Batdog;
we are walking in the woods behind the house,
and the cold January wind blows my hair into my mouth.
These names are your history and they are becoming mine.