the dog
was not mine
but it was
my friend
listened only
to its owner
and to me
the dog
would put its paws
on my shoulders
look me in the eye
and lick my face
and I would stand my
ground, five years old,
much smaller,
unafraid
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was not mine
but it was
my friend
listened only
to its owner
and to me
the dog
would put its paws
on my shoulders
look me in the eye
and lick my face
and I would stand my
ground, five years old,
much smaller,
unafraid
Simple words conveying so much meaning. Poems that recall my own childhood experiences resonate with me. Butch was his name. He bit me. But I loved him just the same. Thank you!
I’m glad it resonated! Simba was the name of ‘my’ dog 🙂