Insecurity
She is dear as she lies on the bed,
Given away – gray – clinging to someone new.
Someone new, reticent, afraid to be given away – again!
Not knowing the love in the heart of one who is also afraid
To lose her to have her recaptured for a mind changed.
She fluffs and peeks at me – my discovered little dog and I,
Given away needlessly by those who couldn’t bother,
Chased, caught, loved and treasured, not knowing her worth,
A ball of fluff to hold, always uneasy, passed around,
Like people little dogs with loyalty and heart to hold.
Her eyes deep, quizzical, wondering.
Longing to stay, never to leave.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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