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Baggage (A Poem)

(This is the last one for today. You might be able to discern that I’m going through a bunch of old email containing things I’d intended to post but never got around to doing it. This one is also from the RecycledShelties Yahoo group. The author is unknown.)

Now that I’m home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,

I’d like to open my baggage, lest I forget,
There is so much to carry – so much to regret.

Hmmm… Yes, there it is, right on the top, Let’s unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame.

As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn’t good enough – for they didn’t want me.

Will you add to my baggage; Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things – And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?

I pray that you do – I’m so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage – Will you still want me?

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1 comment to Baggage (A Poem)

  • Jim: Beautifully written! Thank you for expressing the internal world of a dog-with-a-past! Where would I be, or any of us be, if no one helped us sort through our own baggage? As time passes and we get to know our Foster dog Buffy better, I wonder about his past. Who loved him, how was that love expressed? What kind of discipline did he receive? What happened to him when his owner died? What was it like for him to be thrown away? Those unanswered questions make it easy for me to be gentle and patient with this senior Sheltie who has graced our home.

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