writings on life

Babies

It’s a strange feeling when I see a stroller

Pacifiers and diapers, screaming babies couldn’t make me colder

Some women will shoot themselves

Spend everything

And inject someone else’s cells

I can’t run far enough away

I feel no soft and fuzzies even when they’re at play

My mother told me not to wait till it’s too late

And the doctor said, “The longer you wait, the longer you’ll want to wait”

Well maybe it’s fate

They say I’ll have remorse

But over the past 10 years I haven’t and life is still taking its course

I dream of puppies

I couldn’t wait

On my 30th birthday me and my husband went to get a puppy, it was so great

Five years later he’s a huge Golden retriever who walks by

For him I’d risk my life

His sweet face and kisses couldn’t make my heart any warmer

I love watching him play from the corner

His puppy teeth are in a Ziploc bag in the cabinet

His photos are framed on my walls

I consider our adventures time well spent

I love on my floor the sound and imprints of puppy paws

I am content

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