To the Old Dog

by Rebecca Weber

It used to drive me up the wall,
That nagging grinding of your teeth,
For fear you’d chew me, or would pounce
And catch me, trap me underneath.

But now I sit here on the floor
No longer threatened by your bark
And ache for how the grind of years
Has worn you down and left its mark.

That leash which bound you all this time—
You still could chew it and go free.
Your teeth break nothing anymore
But silence—and the heart in me.

Rebecca is happiest in the company of housework, words, and people of all sorts, and joyfullest in the presence of Jesus. She lives in the beautiful multicultural city of Kitchener and blogs at

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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