Dog Walking by the Lady Dogwalker
Posted: Sunday, April 26, 2009
by Nenita Wells
Morning is her worst time of day, but
It quickly changed with anticipation and glee.
She is alone but always with company
In her mind, it is often clear, you will see.
Today, she will be with friends she loved and cared.
Prayed. Wore her favorite clothes and baseball cap
And put on a pair of her comfortable walking shoes.
Inhaled, exhaled and she went out the door.
Dog walking to the avenues, passing the coffee shop,
Passing the newspaper stand, passing the fruit vendor.
The bakery's fresh bread aroma in the air wafting,
Savoring, imagining, energized and walking.
At the front door, there eagerly await
Friends familiar with the morning trip.
She picked up eight more dogs stopping, walking,
Humming a song and saying, "Good morning!".
Love and care she gives to her friends.
She nurtured them and they nurtured her.
The love she gave and the love she received
A boon, and a new lease of life unfolded.
by: Nenita Wells
This poem is dedicated to the dogwalkers in New York City where I lived for 27 years . I have seen dogwalkers picking up and dropping off dogs to owners at the door of their apartment building with such love and understanding. This activity is repeated in the afternoon and it is such a wonderful sight -- a dogwalker with up to eight dogs in her or his care.
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It quickly changed with anticipation and glee.
She is alone but always with company
In her mind, it is often clear, you will see.
Today, she will be with friends she loved and cared.
Prayed. Wore her favorite clothes and baseball cap
And put on a pair of her comfortable walking shoes.
Inhaled, exhaled and she went out the door.
Dog walking to the avenues, passing the coffee shop,
Passing the newspaper stand, passing the fruit vendor.
The bakery's fresh bread aroma in the air wafting,
Savoring, imagining, energized and walking.
At the front door, there eagerly await
Friends familiar with the morning trip.
She picked up eight more dogs stopping, walking,
Humming a song and saying, "Good morning!".
Love and care she gives to her friends.
She nurtured them and they nurtured her.
The love she gave and the love she received
A boon, and a new lease of life unfolded.
by: Nenita Wells
This poem is dedicated to the dogwalkers in New York City where I lived for 27 years . I have seen dogwalkers picking up and dropping off dogs to owners at the door of their apartment building with such love and understanding. This activity is repeated in the afternoon and it is such a wonderful sight -- a dogwalker with up to eight dogs in her or his care.
If you like to write prose and poetry, why not sign up today as a new author at: /Register.asp now. You will be amazed at the outcome.
The author was born in one of the 7,100 islands in the Philippines, in Leyte where the famous American five-star general, Douglas MacArthur landed during WWII. She is one of eight children, and she has thirty-five nieces and nephews. She was raised by her parents to be a good Christian. Attended public school both in Elementary and High School in the Philippines. She went to college under the work and study program, earned her bachelor's degree with honors and her first paid full-time job was as secretary to the High School Principal, her first boss was a Benedictine Sister from Germany who was the Administrator of the Catholic school. She lived in New York City from 1977 to 2004 and now lives in Providence, Rhode Island. She loves to read and write poetry.
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Top-level comments on this article: (7 total)Great poem.I enjoyed reading that. I do love a poem which rhymes and has a "deeper meaning".Connor,Thank you for the kind words, I am honored.I loved reading your "What Is A Fruit and What Is a Vegetable" article. Now, I will always be winning the argument.Thanks again and best regards,NenitaI'm happy you enjoyed it. Thanks
Mrs. Wells,You have a hidden gift that is waiting to purged and lifted to the sky for all to see. Keep writing and inspiring others through your words. Also, I appreciate your support in my writing endeavors.Sincerely,L. Jones
Nice poem, love it!
Beatiful poem, I enjoyed it. I awoke from a bad dream and it was nice to see a poem about love and care. Keep up the great writing.Love, hugs and blessings,MichelleHi Michelle,Thank you for your kind words. I am delighted to learn that you enjoyed my poem. I am a fan of yours and I specially liked this article: The Bailout Plan - A 'We Deserve It Dividend"...It is brilliant!Your fan,Nenita Wells
Hi Nenita.I too enjoyed this poem. To me it is a poem of love and caring shared outside of your immediate circle.Great work,DianneHi Dianne,I am deeply honored receiving a comment from you. I was inspired by your poem: "What Makes A Writer Good? A Poem" and I particularly loved your article "Never Go To Bed Agry". I am a true believer of this.Thanks again for liking my poem.Your fan,Nenita Wells
HI Tita! i'm amazingly glad you've finally published a poem..It reminds me of how much you have always encouraged us to write when we were younger. Nice Poem! More power to you! Love always, karenDear Karen,Thank you! It meant so much to me. Writing this poem brought back beautiful and wonderful memories of New York City and Melville.Thanks again.With love and prayers,Tita Nenita
I'm not typically a poetry fan but I have to admit. I love this poem Thanks for sharing it with usHi Dr. Elenbaas.Welcome to the Searchwarp Community. I am looking forward to reading your articles.I appreciate so much your stopping by, reading and commenting. Your kind words inspire me to write better. I am glad you liked my work. Best regards to you and yours, ~Nenita~
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