War-Dog

War-Dog

It's comforting to hold you,
When no one else is there.
To feel the years you were worn out,
And you never gave a care.
A 7-year-old body hit the wall,
UN-conscience, limp and, broken.
You were there to see it all,
We lost the game but still got this token.
Memories soaked deep within your germ ridden coat,
Floppy ears hold secrets that no one ever told.
You witnessed all the beating, the screaming, and all the pain.
Your eyes showed no emotion.
But you carried through the rain.
It may be silly to cherish a toy,
to love it like family,
but this dog has been through all my wars, and Maggie's too, so you see.
Maggie darling, my sister so true,
Her blood sweat and tears are shed upon you.
She's been through hell and made it back,
She confessed her faults when honesty lacked.
A 2-year-old girl clings her toy to her chest,
When Mommy and Daddy threw punches
It never lived, does that make it less?
But still, we carry several hunches.
We confided in this toy of ours,
all there was too share,
we passed it back and forth for a while,
And he kept our secrets there.
Well, this wrinkly old worn-out child's toy,
Means more to me than you would know,
He's been through all my wars with me,
And he will never ever go.
He will not face the fate of a garage sale,
or be left out in the cold,
He'll stay in my room,
right where he belongs,
So my secrets he can hold.
The thing about stuffed animals,
When even though they're not real,
they'll never tell your secrets,
Break a promise or a deal.
With my puppies brown plastic eyes,
He can see through all the fog,
I guess now you see my reason,
I really love my War-Dog.