She does it every morning -
Moves from the foot of the bed
Where she has slept the night through -
Up to the pillow
Where my head is propped for my morning ritual.
Then I hear the little gurgles and sighs
As she wraps herself in a semi-circle
To sleep again - this time at my elbow.
As my pencil scurries across the pages,
Her very presence inspires and ennobles me.
A smile crosses my lips
And all's right with the world.
Her soft black eyes speak messages of love
When she looks up at me.
She revels in the warmth of my body,
As I delight in her gentle quietness.
A presence of snow-whiteness
Has just offered praise to her master;
Taffy, my West Highland Terrier,
Has just said her morning prayers.
And then I sing my hymn of thanksgiving.
© 1994 Olga S. Hardman
(February 10, 1994)