My dog, a lab, is mostly manic
With only occasional bouts of panic
At thunderstorms and fireworks
Set off at night by thoughtless jerks.
By nature she is always happy
And even when I’m feeling crappy,
At the door, my ass a draggin’
She greets me with her tail a waggin’.
She seems to find no imposition,
My sometimes surly disposition
And meets me still with love and gratitude,
Despite my curt and sour attitude.
Those times when I’m not glad to be me,
She is never sad to see me
Reminding me when this occurs,
To be less like me, and more like her.
I miss shuffling through
a red golden hue
of leaves the size of my hand.
Soft boiled eggs, mumblety- peg,
eating peaches straight out of the can.
The sound of galoshes
slushing through sloshes,
footprints on new fallen snow.
Santa and reindeer,
hot chocolate and root-beer
and presents wrapped up with a bow.
I miss slot cars and Slinkys,
toy soldiers and Twinkies
and running wherever I went.
I miss buttercups, clover
and playing Red Rover,
and rain on the roof of a tent.
I miss cool summer cottages
pancakes and sausages
and kites with their tails in the wind.
Garbage dump bears
and parking lot fairs,
cotton candy stuck to my chin.
I miss chestnuts on strings,
Cracker Jack rings,
marbles and balsa wood planes.
Teddy bear cuddles,
splashing in puddles
and dancing around in the rain.