A Sucky Poem for A Sweet Life

Shelby Miele Angel

A cancer-filled cyst
on the spine of a senior dog
grows exponentially evil during the night
and leaves an entire family paralyzed.

An appointment is made
to ease the pain
and to assist the transition.
An hour before one’s final breath is expected,
rupture brings relief for all
and another sunset is shared.

What started as a day
focused on investing
in things we want to suck well,
has turned into one we offer a prayer Heavenwards
for releasing the death grip
that was sucking the precious life from our home.

Angels appear
when we least expect them,
even when they litter our home
like dog hair tumbleweeds on baseboards.

Some days suck…
gloriously.