And sometimes as I am rushing from task to task,
Another load of laundry, a quick vacuum of the bedroom,
I see you sleeping peacefully,
And the gray in your muzzle and sprinkled around your eyes,
Makes my heart skip a beat, and I stop,
And I need to kneel down, and smooth your velvet ears and kiss your face,
And your eyes open, and your tail thumps a steady beat on the floor,
Righting the beat of my heart to match its rhythm,
And I whisper to you; slow down my friend, don’t age too fast,
And I slow down, and lie on the floor beside you,
For these moments are precious,
And I will not rush through the time I have with you.
Joanne L Barros

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