Boston Anne

February 8, 2018
By EricaWilson GOLD, Argyle, Texas
EricaWilson GOLD, Argyle, Texas
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Brought together by dead distance

I saw her for the first time

Red stained deep in her bones

I gave her wandering soul a home

Now, with light shining through the darkness

She is free to bury her skeletons

But fits of rage and fury

Still slip through the cracks of her mind

Others only see her red hot anger

But I know that beneath her cries

It is tainted trust and shattered hope

That is reflected in her eyes

So it is my promise to her

That she will always be safe with me

When her past comes back to haunt her present

And nightmares creep into her dreams

I will be there to hold her, hug her

Until her final whimper recedes

Because Boston Anne is so much more

Than what the world made her out to be

The author's comments:

I wrote this piece about my dog Boston Anne. She was a stray that was in pretty bad shape when I found her on the side of the road. It took her a long time to trust anyone around her, but now she is happily a part of our family. The fits of anger I mention in the poem are her seizures and her bouts of memory loss. She can become quite aggressive when this happens, but when she recognizes her new reality around her, she is the sweetest dog, and my family is so thankful that God led her to us. 

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