When I am Old
I shall wear turquoise and soft gray sweatshirts
and a bandana over my silver hair and
I shall spend my social security checks on sweet wine
and my dogs and Sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dog's breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run if my old bones will allow
and when people come to call I will smile and Nod
as I show them my dogs and talk of them and
about them-the ones so beloved pf the past
and the ones so beloved of today.
I still will work hard cleaning after them
and mopping and feeding them and
whispering their names in a soft loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat like a jewel
and I will be an embarrassment to all and my family
Who have not yet found the peace in being free
to have dogs as your best Friends.
These friends who always wait at any hour for your footfall
and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep to greet you
as if you are a God. With warm eyes full of adoring love and hope
that you will stay and hug their big strong necks and kiss their dear sweet heads and whisper to them of your love
And the beautiful pleasure of their very special company.
I look in the mirror and see I am getting old.
This is the kind of woman I am And have always been.
Loving dogs is easy they are part of me accept me for
Who I am my dogs appreciate my presence in their lives.
When I am old this will be important to me.
You will understand when you are old and if you have
Dogs to love too.