Aub wrote me this poem a long time ago and I had it hung on my wall by the computer along with the pictures I took of Soda and Me for a class assignment in my photography class. The assignment was self portrait.
Dedicated to Mother
By Aubrey Jeppson (Hatch)
By Aubrey Jeppson (Hatch)
there is a dog in my bed
resting peacfully on my head
in the morning I'll be dead
smothered lovingly
by the dog
resting peacfully on my head
in my bed
he sleeps till morning
when he will be fed
but who will feed him
if I lay dead
smothered lovingly
by the dog
who rested peacfully in my bed
on my head
now I am dead
and he waits patiently to be fed
resting peacfully on my head
in the morning I'll be dead
smothered lovingly
by the dog
resting peacfully on my head
in my bed
he sleeps till morning
when he will be fed
but who will feed him
if I lay dead
smothered lovingly
by the dog
who rested peacfully in my bed
on my head
now I am dead
and he waits patiently to be fed
1 comment:
I'm sorry you are so sad. I know it feels like a big dementor is hanging around and you will never be cheerful again. But you will, just know that no one thinks you are silly and over reacting. When something or someone means so much to you, it does't matter that it is "just" a peice of jewelry or "just" a dog. The devotion and love you have for it turns "just" into "your", he was "your" dog, and that makes it anything but a "just".
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