I wake and I remember.

My pug awaits.

I creep down the stairs,

Careful not to wake,

The sleeping creature snoring like a bear.


I crouch next to him and watch him dream.

I watch as his muzzle trembles and his muscles quake.

Finally, I lay a hand on his pelt

And smile as he slowly realizes,

I am here.


His crooked teeth show when he is happy,

And with a gaze that can make me melt,

He stands up and runs into my lap.

Soon he is asleep again

But sleeps soundlessly in the comfort of my arms.

This poem is about: 
My family