Dog Mom
All of my friends have children now.
Their biological clocks ticked them
into a foreign world filled with
bassinets and learning toys.
Some feel sorry for me,
their last remaining childless friend.
Those who know me and my family
know we share similar mother's joys.
Regardless of our breed of babe,
we delight in little miracles,
innocent presents retrieved,
random kisses, implicit trust,
unquestioning adoration.
We teach, we spoil,
we chide, we coax,
we praise, we love
our babies.
How can you feel sorry for a mom
whose kids will never
fall in with the wrong crowd,
do drugs, or drop out of school?
Dog moms are doubly blessed.
Our boys and girls grow old,
but never grow up.
