I’m sitting here on Wednesday evening trying to think of what to write for my Thankful Thursday poem. I’m not feeling very thankful. In fact, I’m tired and feeling kind of crabby.
Then my little dog Roman (named for the book of Romans) brightens my day. I am thankful for my little dog because he can always make me smile no matter how my day has gone. He is always loving and loyal. So I decided to write my Thankful Thursday poem about him.
My Little Dog and His Ball
He brings me his red tennis ball to throw,
wagging his tail as he tosses the ball
up onto the couch next to me.
How does he toss his ball
so far up on the couch
with his mouth?
He turns, faces the direction
he knows I will throw the ball,
head down like a pointer.
He waits patiently.
So very patiently.
As soon as the ball leaves my hand
for the other end of the hall,
he’s off, running at full gallop.
He obtains his prize and trots back,
tail wagging,
smiling with the ball in his mouth,
to start the game all over again.
Occasionally he drops the ball
on the floor at my feet.
I shake my head.
“I can’t reach it. Give,” I say.
He picks it up,
tosses it next to me.
I smile, too,
as I throw the ball
again and again,
until he tires out,
jumps up on the couch
and curls up next to me.
Little does he know
I hadn’t smiled all day
until now.