If Dogs save no
Yesterdays
and
expect no
Tomorrows,
then you were so wise to fill every
Today
with pats on the head,
a caress of that soft fur,
chasing behind the children,
close
but not too close,
soft, puppy Hugs,
watching "Bird TV" in the
warm light of afternoon,
long puppy naps
on the cool, tiled floors
of our African home
that was your
Home too.
You who had
the silent grace to choose us
from that Cotonou corner,
had, too, the grace
to know when it was time for our two paths to
diverge.
But I whose days are all
Yesterdays and Tomorrows
still look for you on that
empty pillow,
wait for your soft paws,
tangled in the mosquito netting,
the fuzzy
Thump
of your chin on my knee,
wondering if now
we'll go for just one more
Walk.
