
morning sun slides
into my kitchen
greets the dog
while she eats
I stand back to
monitor her motions
will she keep
this batch of
food down twenty
minutes from now
or
will I find myself
racing to beat
regurgitated bits
from covering my
clean floor
we wait and see
maybe Sunday will
send peace our way
and I won’t have
to react in a
flash
always on
never off
for her
I wrote this a week ago when Jernee wasn’t feeling too well. Of course (and thankfully), she’s much better now.
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