Finding Your Home

The first day I met you,

you shit on the floor

Not all relationships 

start off on the right paw

A rescued pug,

old and noisy,

urinating everywhere,

in need of a home 

And my son 

was determined

that home 

would be ours

I remember how closely 

to me you slept

that very first night 

Your loud breathing 

made me wonder

if I would ever again 

know a good night’s sleep

To this day, you follow

me from room to room

Whimpering when 

I travel the stairs alone,

until I return to carry you

where your old legs

can no longer venture

on their own

You’re still old

and loud and smelly

and you still shit 

on the floor

But no one has ever

matched your excitement 

when I walk in the door,

regardless of the 

duration of our time apart

I feel your trust 

and your love

and offer mine

in return

How could I fail to 

love someone so sweet,

even when I have to clean

your shit off my floor

2 Oct 2019

This Kneeling On Their Knees Crap

If only these football players would have voiced their concerns respectfully like their president does. If only they told the "weak," "ineffective" "so-called" judicial system that they were "the founder of ISIS” and a “disaster” when it comes to prosecuting police officers for killing black men. If only they would have called cops "losers" and said "they're rapists, and some, they assume, are good people." If only they were yelling "fake cops” and screaming how we need to get those "sons of bitches" off the force. I mean, if they would have shown some damn respect like that, instead of this quietly kneeling on their knees crap, then maybe we would have listened to their complaints…

1 Oct 2017