Wednesday Poem

Labor of Love

Every day I watch him,
as he passes my office window
on his daily walk.

It is akin to watching a turtle.
He moves so slowly, carefully placing each foot
with every step he takes.

It is laborious for him, that much is obvious.
I wonder if he does it for them –
they seem so happy on this little jaunt around the block.

They are up ahead, talking and laughing,
while he walks so slowly, dutifully,
behind them, keeping watch.

They only walk this one block,
I don’t think his old body could carry him much further,
but still, his tail wags the whole way.

by Amanda Judd
Heroin Love Songs