To The Dogs

Addie Poem

My father has been reincarnated as a dog.

There is no physical or character resemblance.

It’s just that, well,

 

What is life but waiting

For form to allow

The soul to flourish?

 

My father used to say,

I could tell you what to do.

But you’re going to do what you want to do anyway.

 

And now he has returned

As an Australian Shepherd/ Kelpie mix

With a boundless personality

 

Who doesn’t smoke or drink

Or lament about my babci

Putting raisins in the rice pudding.

 

She loves unconditionally.

I make sure she’s fed and goes out,

Gets treats and belly rubs, too.

 

Such are the dynamics of the universe.

Waiting for the form

To allow the soul to flourish

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