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Nightly after supper this boy
naps on my lap
for an hour, his flopsy body
weighty and warm as a new robe;
both of us heavy-headed,
our bellies full as prayer lists,
breathing in turn
like pewmates in an evensong choir;
his breath, my breath,
sustaining the tone,
helping a peaceable night come on.
From Our Bodies Remember (Sows Ear Press, 1999).
Used with the author's permission.
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Dana Wildsmith is the author of five collections of poetry, one of which (One Good Hand) was a nominee for Southeastern Booksellers Association Poetry Book of the Year. Dana is a popular workshop teacher and has done residencies and fellowships as far away as Alaska. She lives on a century-old family farm outside Atlanta and, when not writing, is an ESL instructor for Lanier Technical College. Dana's poetry and essays--which frequently focus on her dogs, her family, and her life on the farm--have been featured in numerous journals, magazines, and anthologies, including the highly acclaimed Listen Here: Women Writing in Appalachia. Dana's most recent book is Christmas in Bethlehem. Learn more about her at http://www.danawildsmith.com/blog and www.danawildsmith.com.
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ckessler:
I enjoyed this. Made me miss several hounds and mutts, and other critters. Helped me remember some good times.
Posted 06/30/2014 06:59 AM
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paradea:
I like this!!
Posted 06/29/2014 11:09 PM
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Donna Pflueger:
...weighty and warm like a new robe...that is EXACTLY how it feels. Thank you for reminding me of my pals from the past.
Posted 06/29/2014 06:35 PM
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Dorcas:
Contentment in unison.
Posted 06/29/2014 01:38 PM
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Cindy:
I relate to this time with her dog.
Posted 06/29/2014 11:15 AM
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