by Ethel Mortenson Davis

In my two weeks of absence
I deeply missed
Shiva, my dog.

When I arrived home
she danced in circles;
then approached me slowly,
smelling my head—
smelling bone, flesh and brain fluid
slipped into my breath.

At night she lay
her head across
my chest,
like the old nurse
from the night shift,
an angel of mercy,
who came to my rescue.

The old dog who knew
about healing;
she showed me
how to be human.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

5 responses to “Shiva

  1. The love between a dog and a human can be one of the most precious parts of life. And this a beautiful poem depicting such love; Im quite tearful. 🙂

  2. Beautiful, I do love dogs they are amazing!

  3. I love this, Ethel – every word of it.

  4. This is a beautiful, sensitive poem, Ethel.

  5. Two beautiful souls depicted here. Or perhaps in reality one sole being?

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