A Boy’s Best Friend

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My son sleeps
with his nose
resting against the top
of our dog’s head
both in easeful repose
their breathing synchronized
their serenity palpable

Ten years ago
my very small son
climbed into our new puppy’s crate
curled up next to him
and whispered husky-voiced boy promises
of lifetime care and love
of catch and bones

Now as the perils of adolescence
rip jagged holes
in my son’s sense of self-worth
it is our canine senior citizen
who pushes open the doors
sheds unmatchable comfort
and leads his friend safely home

 

Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 11

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