Bleeding Dog Dream


(google images)

An open door to a closet,
carpeted with dozens of puppies
of different breeds.
Momma Dog, part Irish Setter,
hemorraghing on the dull wood floor
She tries not to call attention
to herself

I see  the blood,
tell the others at the party
about Momma Dog in need

Two of us carry her to the car–
she grows in size and gauntness as we do–
a bony frame
She turns to me with a knowing look
Angela’s Ashes dog
long-suffering Momma

Where is Doggie Dad?

At the hospital–
not sure if they can fix her
what will become of
the puppies in the closet
of assorted breeds?

Why are they in the closet?

Oh, it’s only a dream.

Baby Momma


Dolores and Mom II

Mom with her mother (my Grandma Rose) in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

In a dream
I carried you
swaddled like an infant
you weighed so little,
as if you had no bones
“You’re so light,”
I said,
Then it hit me
it was you—now
85 years old
vulnerable and lost,
you didn’t speak or move.
where was I carrying you?