COMFORT
I arrived home
After a week in hospital
After my second cancer surgery
Scarred as though I'd flown through a windscreen
She arrived soon after
Just a little scrap
Small enough to fit in my hands
Like a soft, stuffed toy
I was in the recliner
With a blanket over me
My husband placed her with me
And she burrowed in
Snuggling close and closer
My heart expanded
And we both slept
She got me out of doors
Out in the green air
I laughed everyday
at her explorations and antics
And exercised because
She needed her walks
And we slept often that spring
With her curled against my neck
She was a gift from my husband
But I think God had his hand
For there is no greater comfort
Than a little dog.
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