RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ghost - This Poet's Shadow - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Frolicking in the lake, playing with Ghost, throwing his toy in
the water for him to fetch and bring back.
When tiring of doing this, he'd grab it from the water and run
to the boat tossing it in with a shake of his head.
Coming to sit and be petted, talked to and loved, our very own
pet shadow following, protecting us from everyone.
Standing between us and others, growling ferociously, had to
smile because it felt good to be protected and loved like that.
All's I had to do was make a hand signal and he would relax,
sitting by my side.
Dogs are a woman's best friend for sure, Ghost even protected
our sons because he knew instinctively they were mine.
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