Ethel

Every time now I come home

Her inviting eyes on me from the window.

Vibrations rise from her tiny throat,

calling for my attention, making me feel whole.

 

She is my greatest friend, who would never

let me down till the end.

Now her soft touch delicately reminds me

Of the days before I learned to speak my mind.

 

Back then, they were demanding days

of walking on eggshells and hot coals

As soon as I'd walk into that house-

a hole in my heart where my hope should be.

 

But never wad I entirely alone,

Her little voice called me to a new home-

to a place where I'd feel safe, even if

only for a few moments - peace.

This poem is about: 
Me

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