Bath time

once upon a time

a dog that was already not young

bit me as i bathed him.

he struggled

and growled

and twisted

and turned –

oreo in sink bath

the earth turned –


to years


an old dog lays down in warm water,

gently his old muscles relax

and stiff bones release a bit.

my hands once bitten

now trembling –

as i bite back the tears in my eyes.

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 Bath time

  1. oh, beautiful poem. love it. I sent you previously and inquire about your drawings, but now I see that they are illustrations of your poems.

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