On the Alberta/Montana Border: Happily Stuffed

Monday, January 9, 2023

Happily Stuffed

From my daughter's experience.

I put it to verse...

Was pregnant and anticipating her first baby’s birth,

Went shopping in a fun attempt to clothe her changing girth,

But nothing seemed to draw and as she walked out of the store,

Saw a bin of stuffy dogs she hadn’t seen before,

For some unknowing reason she just had to purchase one,

Then stuffed it in her bag and soon forgot what she had done.

A day or two went by. One day she caught a case of flu,

To lay in bed in misery was all that she could do,

A worried Husby picked her up and took her to emerg,

Hopeful they could help his sweetie beat this awful scourge,

They pumped in fluids, calmed her down, she got some needed rest,

Happy she responded well, they told her to get dressed,

A child’s cry caught her attention—someone sounded scared,

A little boy whose parents were awaiting treatment there,

And suddenly, she knew just who she’d bought the doggie for,

She gave it to his nurse as she was headed to the door,

The last she saw, the tears forgot as his dog played peek-a-boo

Going up and down it went there in the vacuum tube.

Sometimes at the start, it’s very hard to see the end…

(And sometimes little Stuffies can be so much more than friends!)

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?