She counts her beloved's pills
into the pill box precisely,
sighs, sets pill box on counter,
lifts her eyes and sees the dogs,
tiny, black and white, awake on couch.
She crosses the room in a bound,
light on feet, eyes suddenly laughing,
She drops to her knees and croons
to the dogs, voice rises and falls,
sounds all of sixteen, hands lightly
carress, weariness retreats as
the love of two little dogs refreshes.
What a beautiful portrait you paint with your words, Victoria. Our furries can indeed lighten our load, and I'm glad Tulip and Violet were there at that moment for Mary.
ReplyDeleteLove, Lynne
Wonderful, Victoria. This really made me smile when I read it. I love you! LOL.
ReplyDeleteI love you too Mary. I was working at a portrait of Kk waking this morning, then one of Bob doing book research in his chair, feeling frustrated, when this memory of you and your dogs flooded my senses and jumped forth as a poem. Its fun when it happens like that.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem, Victoria. I can see this so clearly. These little terriers do their job well, bring happiness to Mary and Diane. Love this!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful portrait Victoria. I can see Mary in this so well. Reading poems written every day really shows how strong and meaningful your work is and how well crafted. Wonderful works.
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