love is a red rubber ball

Posted on June 6, 2012 by eteal

I am the sibling sister of Pooni, born in a hollow tree in the mountains. (God doesn’t make only children and I am grateful.) A belated eulogy.

Oh, sausage sister,

you were pit – a – full!

hounded by perceptions –

how deeply you knew

love

is a hard red rubber ball.Pit bull hound mix

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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1 Response to love is a red rubber ball

  1. bethiswfg says:
    June 12, 2012 at 7:53 am

    What a beautifully simple and graceful picture, Liz. How blessed to have known such a sibling.

    Reply

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