Would we let them kill our younger selves?
Category: Sad
Tent Weeds
Monday, September 28, 2020
The rabbit-full coyote lazes in the bushes under a brown Cleveland sky where the clouds wear polka dot ties and green belts under a rainbow man that has soot on his sleeve coming from crumbling chimneys where the old mill used to make tires that rarely roll on these less-traveled-by roads.
A used-to-be-cute little girl in a ragged red dress and pasty-pink pinafore sucks at selling bedraggled bouquets to penniless people for a dime. They save their pennies to buy a bouquet for loved ones who have lost their lives to the tiny spiky Covid marauder — a remorseless, pitiless taker.
The girl’s dead plants smell dry: bound in the round with bits of straw found under chicks on ol’ Tate’s land where tents have popped up like weeds. No work. No jobs. No homes. This child lives where the tent weeds grow. More come. More go. Her mom and dad help her tie that which they think might sell to those still well.
It’s hell.
My Dog
How do you equate dogs and people? I don’t know. In fact, I don’t think you do. Or you’re not supposed to, anyway.
Pepper was a great person!
I do know that I really, really miss my dog. And while I love my kids, who are out of the house, I have a hole the size of Houston in my heart over my dog, whom we sent to the cool dog place in the sky. Tell me they give them treats there all day long, will you? 😃
And walks.🚶♀️And play time. 🎾 🎾 And hugs. 🤗 🤗 🤗
It’s been years since my father-in-law passed away. We miss him, too. But after Pepper was gone, I finally understood why my father-in-law used to call Pepper a person. Because Pepper was a person, but he was also a great person.
We dog people are a little deranged but in a good way. I’d say any chance you have to include unconditional love in your life, you’re a fool to pass on it. Dogs love you the way you are. Your kids do, sort of, but there’s so much baggage with kids. Spouses, too. Dogs come with little luggage. They carry their open hearts on their furry sleeves. Their only annoyance? They want to be loved. And that’s their gift. When you’re feeling sad, they say, “Love me, please?” And when you do, you feel better. Voilà!
Thanks for bringing so much love with you, my sweet Pepper. I miss you.