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Mom, by Louis

Posted on November 23, 2023November 24, 2023

When I slide on my belly

up to her shoulder

in the warm morning darkness

My tail softly thumping

steadily

against her naked hip

She rubs my head with her thumb

Hugs my slender body

close

She says

“You. You are the one.

Our baby dog

Our little boy puppy.

We cherish

days

that go so fast

We watch your wonder

with awe

Remembering our own

Marveling at your curiosity

A reminder

to be more so ourselves

We take seriously our job

to keep you safe and whole

While you’re busy becoming.”

“Mom”

I say

“Your breath…”.

 

 

 

 

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