Like a dog waggin'
tail
yipping happy barks as the station wagon of hfe pulls into my driveway. I
do
my wigglie
tongue lagging saliva ecstatic
happy dance
in anticipation
of what
life
has in store for me.
The years people
like
get out and pass
me by
without even a pat
my shaggy
for
little
to
head.
The door slams and I'm left outsidefind my own spot of sun where I can stretch and dream in the
warmth
of things yet to be.
And
so
my hopeful heart lies quiet
waiting until it's
to
my turn
go
inside. -
Rhonda
Uo«ier
