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In the morning she gave birth. She had hoped
for children but they turned out to be dogs.
She loved them anyway. They slept next to her
at night. She snuggled them. Years passed
and nothing changed. She realized that the dogs
were better than children. They stayed babies
and she could love them as much as she wanted.
They didn't mind.
© 2009 by James Cox.
Used with permission.
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James Cox grew up in both the cities and countryside of Michigan where he learned wilderness survival and a variety of urban skills such as driving fast through heavy traffic. Now retired, he describes himself as a "Taoist wild man, poet, dog lover, philosopher, old soul, cook, dishwasher, flower finder, healer, aphorist, and novelist." He enjoys hiking in the mountains and learning wildflower names in and around Whittier, North Carolina. James has published poetry in a variety of online and press journals and has been featured in several anthologies. He has won prizes for poetry in Milestone Magazineand in the North Carolina Writer's Network annual contest.
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Darrell Arnold:
Terrific. I have five dogs and three cats. Not one of them is ever encountered on any day without a few pats, rubs, or strokes, and a lot of loving baby talk.
Posted 11/09/2024 08:44 AM
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Wilda Morris:
I wouldn't want to change my children (or grandchildren or great-grandchildren) for dogs. Nevertheless I can see the charm of this poem and understand that for the narrator, concluding that her dogs are better than children is a healthy conclusion.
Posted 11/10/2014 12:28 PM
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Ross Kightly:
When I was 4 my only friend was my dog D. I love this poem. But I love all 7 of my children & stepchildren too! George, the dog of my "grownup" life was different. Thanks for this charming poem James & Jayne!
Posted 11/08/2014 11:32 PM
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