I threw a stick. “Go fetch it, boy,” I yelled.
Get lost, I really meant – if only for a while.
But he didn’t … Just needed a moment to myself.
All too soon, he was there, sitting at my feet,
tail wagging, expecting me to pet him, pat him
on the nose as you always did. Did I need reminding?
Or likewise, the look in those limpid eyes that said,
“Will she be there, perhaps, when the two of us get back?”
You wouldn’t of course, but impossible to explain …
How could he understand, when even I don’t, myself.
And so, I force a smile and know he’ll ever live in hope
that tomorrow you’ll come home. Like I always will.
Comments
artisus | November 26, 2008 - 22:26
excellent!
Silver Spun Sand | November 27, 2008 - 12:43
Thank you, Nic:-)x
Bradene | November 27, 2008 - 18:09
Lovely Tina. Val x
Silver Spun Sand | November 27, 2008 - 19:20
And thank you, Val:-)
Tina x
littleditty | November 29, 2008 - 19:05
very very touching - at a tangent, reminds me of my mum's dog who goes competely loopy when i show up - we hardly know each other really! She smells family i guess - very moving poem Tina xxx
Nathan Bednarek | November 29, 2008 - 23:51
This poem is refreshingly depressing! ;-)
Honestly though, this piece has a rather unsettling effect as I read it. Perhaps it's because it seem a little too human even though it starts talking about a dog. Maybe it's a metaphor, maybe not. It is a very effective little poem and I really enjoyed it. Great work, well done.
Nathan.