Poem: Breakfast by Nancy R Wrocklage
Breakfast
The old blind dog
with the bad gall bladder
and the diabetes and stones,
who is losing his hearing
and his teeth
thunks the bone
of his tail on the linoluem,
reminding me not to forget him,
reminding me he still
would like the last sweet taste
of my oatmeal and milk,
reminding me that hope
should be the last thing
to go
-Nancy R Wrocklage
Thanks to Cheryl Silver for bringing this poem to our neighborhood’s attention.