Archive for January, 2014

Home

January 27, 2014

Home

 Home is a place where I can boil water and make myself a cup of tea when I want to, at the hour that I choose. Home is a room (or rooms) for me to be me. I miss that—all of that. It’s been a long time since I felt I belonged somewhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I run

January 27, 2014

I run

He looks like you, enough like you to make follow him. I want to be close, close to the memory of you, close to what once was the two of us. My legs don’t run as fast as they should—not anymore. I almost lose sight of the other you. I find him again. I am happy.

The Woman and the Old Dog

January 13, 2014

The Woman and the Old Dog

She loved him. Simply put, he made her happy. They did not have to spend a lot of time together. He was there, around the place, doing what dogs do. He was not much to look at—a now – thin black dog with white hair around the mouth area. The dog’s brown eyes were beautiful, brown and alert, eyes that knew how to talk. His eyes made her smile. Whatever it was that he wanted, she wanted to give him.

The Dead Lion

January 9, 2014

7 (The Dead Lion)

 

It was a hot January afternoon. Someone told me to let him go. She had looked into his eyes—there was no light in them anymore. It’s no good, she said. Another person came to see him. They played for a while and then the man left. He called me from the pay phone downstairs. “He’s got to be let out of his misery. Please do it.”

That night I gave my dog his last meal—a big steak, potatoes and vegetables. He ate as if he had never seen food before. He couldn’t sleep; I couldn’t either. I wanted him with me always, my big strong German shepherd. He was my friend, my protector. He’s in Heaven.

 

 

 

Look Up!

January 8, 2014

 

Look Up

Look up! There is a home for you, just like that one with all the lights turned on. It’s near the bridge. I see people inside. A man is standing by the window and a woman is touching his arm. They seem so happy and contented!  You should have that feeling too. No more suitcases, no more bouncing aroung from place to place. No more of that sense of urgency and despair.