often,
children do not call home
and siblings do not
write letters
old acquaintances up
and die
without contacting
so guilt is high
wondering
if staying in touch was whose job?
tears
start
rolling down cheeks now wrinkled from
years in the sun
oo often
and too much
and eyes are dimmed and
entranced by color so bright
it is easily seen
with old irises.
and yet, when the moments turn bitter,
sour, perplexing or confusing
the dog, she is there
giving a kiss
whimpering in echo
reaching out with
her voice
to comfort
to reassure
and to guide
among the trials of life
and defend the heart.
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