My first friend was a big dog A great big beautiful boxer. His name was Duke; he loved me Seemed prepared to stay forever, Protecting me from any and all In our house of anger and noise. Two careless adults lived there And no other girls or boys.
There was just the three of us; I, the first child, and damaged, Whose infancy was one of abuse, Whose trust had been ravaged. A child naturally cries sometimes And irritates a self-centered dad He can approach and gesture And convince the dog he is mad.
Beloved friend, center of my world Was gone from me the very next day. Until I was an older child I was told Dad raged then he took Duke away. Duke didn’t know, nor did dad That on that sad and scary day Dad took not only my doggie friend But he took trust in my dad away.
Duke was only doing his job, but Dad saw it as a protective stance. When that dog growled at him He **** near peed in his pants. “I won’t have a dog that threatens Living in my own house with me!” I know after living decades at home What was threatened was dad’s authority.