A DACHSHUND’S OTHER LOVE
A DACHSHUNDâ€™S OTHER LOVE
One day I left home of my doghood, taken to a woods real from my dreams
By a person not my mistress, having a cat falling apart at her seams!
I sniffed for a long time for familiar odors of family beloved taken from me
Soon I lay on a new blanket provided by this lady who was kind as could be!
Weâ€™d run by roadways together. Smelling, snorting in woods was fun
But the ache in my long body returns when I am chained in a shed with no sun
Her car engines roarâ€¦then grows silent, even that black cat would look good to me
Stillness rests in woods I could run in, inside emptiness Iâ€™ve grown to be
Where are kind hands that held me, circled arms, shape of her dear face?
A dogged heart here in my long body hurts for my home as my own place
One day my eyes looked out a window, dense woods I ran in was no more
I am brought to a house bigger than bigger, a man and his wife open a door
Warm hands again reach out to me slowly, gentle hands place me on wood floor
Leafed woods once large, become a carpet. Love, once taken, replaces some more
There is laughter, children, new family, much like endeared ones I knew
My four feet now on carpet placed lightly, my black nose much sniffing to do
Changes for people remain ever changing, my small brown head tends to nod
My heart again filling up with something, must be love, through people, from God
To grow means for people an expanding. For meâ€¦Iâ€™ll just remain short and long
My own ensign, my own sign and token, floppy ears hear a new love song
For Marie, Jack and family
Poem by Imelda Dickinson, October 11, 1982