Romero’s Polka Love Story Oh Romero, bright Sheltie boy, with your snaggled tooth and grin, You danced into Becky’s life at ten, and that’s where love began. From Los Angeles to her open arms, you found your perfect place, A fluffy swirl of gentle calm and quiet, steady grace. You circled to the left in joy, your paws a happy beat, A little polka on the grass, a rhythm soft and sweet. You’d fetch the ball with patient pride and trot it back again, Your tail a tiny metronome, your smile a shining hymn. You welcomed Tinker Bell the cat, a queen in feline style, You let her rule the kingdom while you watched with Sheltie smile. Aloof but always present, not affectionate or loud, Yet underneath your quiet was a heart that made us proud. You loved your walks, you loved our food— Oh, every human treat! And down the block you wandered once, A gentle, roaming feat. But home was always calling you, And home you always came, A loyal soul who somehow knew His way by love alone, not name. Alta Plaza was your ballroom, Where you drifted like the breeze, Thick fur blowing, tail a-swaying, Moving lightly, moving free. You taught us deep acceptance, A love both calm and true; You spoke without a bark— But oh, your spirit sang right through. On a cold December morning, As the raven voiced its song, You slipped away with Becky near To where all good hearts belong. Romero, sweetest polka boy, Your memory keeps time— A left-turning circle of love and grace, A gentle, lifelong rhyme.
