September 15, 2004 « previous | next »

For Lilly

She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
My other ears that hear above the winds. She is the part of me that can
reach into the sea.
She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being;
by the way she rests her head against my leg;
by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile;
by the way she shows her hurt when I leave without her.
(I think it makes her sick with worry when she is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive me.
When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, she is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, she ignores it . When I succeed, she brags.
Without her, I am only another woman. With her, I am all powerful.
She is loyalty herself. She has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With her, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
She has brought meunderstanding where before I was ignorant.
Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
She has promised to wait for me...whenever- in case I need her.
And I expect I will- as I always have.
She was just my dog.

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