Doggy Love

i’m willing to eat your dis / once
because you are a kid
and don’t know any better / yet

watch as i pull / a long pink balloon
from my mouth / blow it up
twist it into a doggy for you

you will play with your doggy
for five minutes
until you turn away your attention
and your doggy falls
to the grass / pop

i’m willing to eat your sadness
over and over every day
if i have to
because i love you

you ask for another doggy
but i am out of balloons

i offer you a hug instead
it helps calm your tears
but it doesn’t make you happy
and we both know it

but the hug makes me happy

* * * * *

This poem was written in response to three prompts: one, a love poem at Poetic Asides, a poem beginning “I’m willing to eat…” from We Write Poems, and one in which you pull a small object out of your mouth from Big Tent Poetry.

The inspiration for this poem came when I was reading “Willing to Eat Worms” by Amy Barlow Liberatore at her blog, Sharp Little Pencil. Thanks for the inspiration, Amy.

Richard (aka Mr. Walker)

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19 thoughts on “Doggy Love

  1. Interesting here to have responded, enjoined three prompts together, and within the poem there is a musical quality, a choral effect. I like that in particular very much. Thanks for contributing this poem to us.

    I think this actually might make an intriguing prompt to do for the community at some time.

  2. Love the “i’m willing to eat your sadness” line…..
    I pray that your children recognize what a great thing that is…a parent willing to “eat their sadness”…not just CREATE their sadness………
    ~Paula

  3. Wow! You amazing, amazing people. Thank you so much for your kind words.

    Neil, I don’t know what to say. I’m glad you liked it and that you thought it had a musical quality.

    Stan, thanks. I’m glad you liked my combination.

    Ron, thank you. “Adept” is such a lovely word.

    Kim, thank you. I was inspired by Amy’s poem about her love for her daughter.

    Pamela, as always, thank you. I didn’t consciously set out to do three prompts, but this poem seemed to call for it.

    Amy, thanks. That’s the first line I wrote in my head, but it ended up starting somewhere else. Thanks for getting “patience” out of it; that’s how I imagined the father in the poem (who could just as easily be a mother).

    Judy, thank you so much for your heartfelt and thoughtful comments. You’re absolutely write about being with them being the biggest treasure.

    Linda, thanks. I thought about leaving the word “love” out of the poem entirely, but it didn’t seem right to me. I think you have to say it and show it.

    Paula, me too. My children are six and nine, so they don’t get it yet. I hope that someday they’ll read poems like this one and understand.

  4. Kelly, thank you. I was tempted to write an anti-love poem instead, because like you my love poems usually end up sappy. I think the other prompts I used helped me focus this one into something that worked.

    Irene, thanks. That line was actually the first one that came into my head; it was the genesis of this poem.

    Mike, thanks. I agree, hugs have great power. Thanks, I agree, love does need to be included, always. Couldn’t say it better myself, so I just repeated what you said.

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