You’re ready to go,
bouncing on that bed,
tired of physio, doctors, bad food,
and a four bed room.
You want the quiet privacy of home
and worked hard to earn it.
You’re ready.
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poem-Dusty July 16, 2014
Little brown
Dusty dog
shadow at my
feet
Your blind eyes no
longer help you pick a ball out of the air
leaping four times your height
cookies tossed at your mouth
now bounce off your nose.
Your sore hips
aren’t stable enough
for you to beg
or dance
or roll over
any more.
But still you follow
whenever I leave the room
attached to my ankle
just to be beside me,
my little brown
love
shadow.
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When this little brown poodle pup came to live with us, his name was MacBeth. As a family we debated whether to call him Dusty (after the Dusty Strings harps, since he’d be the only Dusty I could afford) or Shadow. He became Dusty, but he was always Shadow.
love at any age May 6, 2011
I wrote last week that voting is an exercise in hope, but it’s certainly not the only one. Here’s a couple who demonstrate a great deal of hope in the future. I especially like the pastor’s theme, “You’re not done living ’til you’re dead.”
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Congratulations Rose and Forrest.
♥ ♥ ♥
You were patient Forrest and you got a beautiful bride!
Here’s a tune just for you:
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