A poem about a cherished memory
Disclaimer: not much of a poem, save for the line breaks (I know), but this is my utmost cherished memory. So I hope you'll forgive me. The love of my life bit me When I put my hand over the railing Of a kennel; He raced toward me with his Ridiculous floppy brown ears, And gnawed away, gleefully, Yet softly. I was saddened to overhear My mother, my sister; Their conversation with the buff breeder, About some 'stunning' Jack Russel Terrier, Aloofly parading somewhere I did not care. And I tried not to care About the pending Two versus one Situation In decision making. All I saw Was that pink pot belly of my Attacker, already surrendering To what would be Undying affection. Never did shoulders hang lower Than when I, silently, added my person To an already undoubtedly Heartbreaking conversation, Knowingly defeated. But then The breeder said that 'stunning' Jack Russel Terrier Was part of their breeding program(!); Neither my mother, nor my sister had Contemplated another option. I had. That one. I put my hand over the railing; The little bugger came running. And I love my mother and my sister For agreeing this was A sign among signs, not to be ignored. Then, confusion. The breeder asked if We didn't want a male. And I told her he was. But she flipped him Just to be sure. He was so small. Diesel.
