A BIRTHDAY LETTER: TO MOM, FROM MAX

(A poem...written by CAM. 23/5/2009)

You’re the essence of my existence,
The script of my fate.
At your side
I watch...I wait:

A tilt of Your finger,
A turn of Your head,
The sound of our bowls –
I know we’re being fed,

The jingle of leashes,
We rush for our walk,
A little command and
I’ll willingly “talk!”

I feel the wind in Your heart,
I know You are mine,
You’re the tapestry of my life,
As I tow Your line.

The exuberance of Your kitchen,
The healing of Your rest,
A nuzzle in Your side
When I know that it’s best.

Snugly, in the corner of Your room,
I listen for your breaths...
And ponder – the ebb and tide
Of our inevitable
deaths...

But Mom, not to worry...
I’ll prepare a place for You
A happy hunting ground
For just...us two!

Where our leashes are off,
We’ll roam the hills,
We’ll sniff the rivers,
And soak up the stills.

Since I have become Yours –
You are also mine,
Together we’ll dance
To the ends of Time.

A NOTE FROM CARYL:
I make no apologies for the anthropomorphic style of this poem. To me, it expresses the deep sentiments of the special bond which I have with my dog. At this milestone in my own life – my 50th birthday – I know that our time together is shortening. In human years he’d be 65 years old. We have travelled a long, arduous path together. He’s my friend and companion...
He’s MY MAX!