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Miss Josie and Dubie
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By Bonnie M Torrente
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
This heart-hugging story is based on a true one. One with a happy ending!
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Miss Josie and Dubie walked by every night,
Past the houses lined up side by side.
A New England setting, tiny and quaint,
Four seasons of them passing by.
An elderly woman, Miss Josie was,
A poor widow, who lived all alone.
Nineteen forty or so, the depression in tow,
Leaving cupboards as dry as a bone.
Not a penny to spare, was the smell in the air,
In this dark morn of hunger and tea.
Sipping it slow, warming old bones from snow,
Miss Josie, sat content with her steep.
A cry from the door, interrupted her chores,
As she approached, she heard a dog whine.
Riddled with fright, at this hour of the night,,
Who would pay her a call at this time?
Door cracked just an inch, so her small nose could pinch,
Its way through, for Miss Josie to see.
Low and behold, on the ground, in the cold,
Lay poor Dubie, on the stoop, in the sleet.
Like a thief in the night, Josie's neighbor took flight,
Leaving Dubie behind, when he went.
Waiting diligently, on the stoop, patiently,
The Lab stayed, until he was spent.
His black coat had a glaze, from the ice the rain made,
Miss Josie drug his body inside.
Unbeknownst to her heart, Dubie would be a part,
Of her life, till the day that she died.
They walked every night, around nine and in spite,
Of the elements, four seasons brings.
Never missing a day, whether sunny or gray,
Through winters of snow and wet springs.
Bundled up for the job, Miss Josie would nod,
To neighbors, who admired her kind deed.
Two friends strolling in stride, down the street ,side by side,
Both grateful the neighbor took leave.
They walked in the eves, of the New England breeze,
Content with the one, each adored,
Watching Year after year, I could see it was clear,
Why Miss Josie found Dubie that morn.
COPYRIGHT©2003 BONNIE TORRENTE
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|Reviewed by Judith Bailey
|Bonnie, I loved this poem! What a comfort for these two very different aspects of creator. Your poetry is marvelous.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|This so reminds me of the night we took in a small calico kitten and named her honey. Our neighbor came over and asked us if we could take the kitty in, and we said no, because we had way too many (3 to be exact). I told her to call the animal shelter, where the kitten would be examined and put up for adoption. Not 5 minutes went by, and I heard the plaintive meow of the little kitty coming from the neighbors gangway. I called the kitten over, and she gratefull came up on my porch, and from that moment on, she has been a part of our family. It isn't that we didn't want her the first time, it's just that we had way too many. But I just could not see this poor little kitten out alone and in the pouring rain. Thnx for sharing sis, this I know, came right from the heart. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. May He also bless you for your generous and kind heart. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peaceon earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your still sad and very terrified little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|wonderful story, bonnie! do more, please! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D