My very best friend

My very best friend is sick

I feel so helpless, not knowing what to do

wishing I were God, in order that I

might part the oceans, in order to make her well again

My very best friend and I

are attached by a silver cord

so that when she is ill

so am I.

My very best friend suffers mutely

for she cannot tell me how she is hurting

but lies on the sofa, dazed

from the steroids prescribed by the vet

My very best friend must get well, for I cannot be without her

she is an angel sent from heaven

to help mortals stumble through life

 my beautiful Brooke.

Janet Bellinger

C 2006