I remember my broken heart
as sharp pieces of glass inside
my chest. I painted a mask of
quirky cheer, to hide my face;
A canvas of sorrowful art.
I remember when my mom,
brought my family and I to the
animal shelter, to meet our second
foster dog, he was trouble,
but left me calm.
We had him for a week,
it felt like a year. He thought he
was top, when he was not.
Barked non stop, tried to steal food,
but loved me, so I was left meek.
It was a relief when he was gone.
But, the house was empty without him.
Weeks went by, and we went to foster
our third. We picked out an angel with soft,
creamy fur, this is the dog to which I was drawn.
As I now lay with this angel in my arms
my heart feels full of love and care.
I barely remember its shattered state.
I feel fur between my fingertips, that’s all
that matters. Who knew dogs had
Healing Charms?