Kisses in Prison
I woke up this morning,
To nuzzling and kisses;
It was not my cellie,
But the dogs we are training.
He causes smiles every day —
acceptance without doubt;
How lucky I am
that he’s part of my life.
He lights our hearts with joy,
as well as those around;
Unforced smiles seen,
genuine and true.
One day he will leave,
to become a service dog;
But I’ll always have the memories
of his kisses waking me.
Joy
Joy came to me on four legs,
Cold wet nose, coat of black;
Puppy kisses at off times,
tail wagging when I’m seen.
A bright light in brown eyes,
Excitement when I speak;
A neck scratch or gentle stroke,
That’s all she ever asks.
A belly rub, day’s first thing,
some silly time at dawn;
Snuggle time at bedtime,
No judgement. Only Joy.
Dogs
They worm their way into our hearts,
then one day they’re gone;
Leaving behind many memories,
Smiles replacing tears.
