twine

this family was knit with twine
laced with careful yet time-worn fingers
prepared as a duty
patterned by past confessions
the holes sewn feverishly
should we get lost in the storm
no one can say
we didn’t try our best
no one can say
our net wasn’t cast long or hard enough

we sit idly by in this ship
comparing ourselves to the others
as we go down without words
pretending, as a duty
that the twine was enough.

M.

Dog Parkin’ It

Since we got Daisy the lil husky mix back in October we’ve been visiting the dog park more. Bringing Grace alone often proved to be a challenge, because other dogs would tend to gang up on her as they saw her blindness as weakness and I didn’t think it was worth the stress on her to do this.

Daisy, on the other hand, is a little scrapper when things get in the way of Grace and herself, so she’s proven to be quite useful at the dog park. No dogs have been picking on Grace since I’ve taken them together. Sometimes I luck out and it’s just the three of us there.

Here are some shots from today. There’s one that’s quite funny, you’ll know it when you spot it. I was attempting to take a picture of Grace and just as I went to take the shot Daisy jumped over her. I laughed so hard it made me dizzy.

My love to you all.
M.