(a poem in reply to Mary Oliver’s “Percy”)
My dog, named after my mum’s beloved dog,
although she told me some years later
that she’d never had a dog by that name,
or for that matter a dog of any name, and
when I showed her an old dog-eared photo
of her holding a puppy, she said
“Oh, that was the neighbour’s dog.”
She couldn’t remember its name, but
was quite sure it wasn’t Molly because
that name didn’t seem appropriate
for a dog that chewed bark off trees.
But my Molly, not the one that Mum
never had, ate two pairs of my favourite
walking shoes that I’d left unattended.
I always thought Molly developed a love
of long walks from her appetite for shoes.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 25 “My Pet ___” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021