Young woman in a wheelchair, a little white dog
reminiscent of my Henry tethered along beside.
A service dog she trained herself to fetch things
for her and do whatever else perhaps open
the blinds in the morning close them at night
do the laundry maybe even the dishes maybe
cook up an omelet now and then or pancakes
flipping them one by one onto a blue plate.
I could picture my Henry doing so oh yes
and wearing a chefâ€™s hat too standing on a
stool by the stove his bright adoring eyes
watching over all.