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She loves her dog…
as much as any person could love their pet
and though she knows in her heart she must let go,
she cannot bring herself to do it just yet.
She is married to a man she no longer loves
and she is not sure if she ever did.
It was due to the spinsters’ nightmare
of being the last on the shelf,
the flawed vase, the cracked lid
of a teapot long discarded
left to gather dust in a place nobody will look.
It is a marriage of inconvenience;
there is no intimacy within it…
She would sooner have the dog lying on the bed
than have her husband lying in it –
‘lying’ – now there is a word of many meanings;
to lie in bed
and lie about ones feelings…
So, the dog is all she has…
but the dog is very ill;
It can hardly stand and walk
without the aid of Vet and pill.
But she keeps him hanging on,
even though he should be gone and
even though the likes of you and I
would feel it morally wrong
for he is all she has.
She is not a bad person and certainly not unkind,
maybe a little selfish, perhaps a little blind
but it is the sullen weight of loneliness
bearing down upon her mind
that colours her judgement a deep shade of blue
as she looks on into his faithful eyes
and asks, ‘what do I do without you’?
But there is also a question of dignity,
humanity, of love - the final proof
and there is no doubt she loves him,
yet she cannot face the truth…
He has been her child
as she has been his mother
but her faithful friend will leave her soon,
one way or another
and how does his 'mother' carry on
when all she has is
all but gone?
Kevin Wells
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