Dogs 2013

SWEET THE SMALL STUFF
(4/26/13)


I listen
to them
complain
about their
same old
routines

bitching

whining

about how
bored
they are

just
being alive
is no longer
enough
excitement
for them

I think
of my dying
mother

slowly
watching her
lose
the most common
of functions
day by
day

what she
wouldn't have given
for the tedium
of driving herself
somewhere

anywhere

again

the boredom
of feeding herself
the most simple
of meals

the monotony
of walking herself
to the bathroom
whenever needed

the sameness
of being able
to say
how much
she missed
these most
mundane
of abilities

toward
the end
she could only
lie there

immobile
in silence

unable
to act upon
or even communicate
her most basic
of needs

she depended
upon me
to translate
and assuage
her aches

her fears

her
up-until-then
routine
daily requirements

sadly
I was not
the best
of interpreters

since
she's been gone
I try to remember
to be grateful
for every
little luxury
that life
has to offer

I am not
always
successful

I do
realize
however
that every gift
beyond the next
breath
is the most
luxury
that any
human
should expect