My friend I wait at your feet
Along the path we walk
So walk slow or fast with me
To where e’er together we will be
Even as the streets we stalk
Reach out to our heartbeat.
Please keep nearby
Even as I cry
To have you by my side.
Each day was much the same, waiting for My Boy to come home from school. He was always the first through the door and I was ready and waiting. I loved the others just as much, but My Boy was special. He needed me more than the others, not because life wasn’t just as hard or them but because My Boy didn’t have the same kind of support that his siblings had. I don’t understand much about humans, about how they decide who should and shouldn’t be their friend, but My Boy didn’t have friends his age. Those few that he did have were usually also friends with his siblings.
So during the times when it was just My Boy and me, before the others got home from school, or after school activities, he would curl up against me and with his face pressed into my belly and no one had to know about the tears soaking into my thick coat of fur.
No one had to know about the taunts he’d repeat.
No one had to know that his homework was done twice to hide the tear stains.
No one had to know about the smiles that look so broken, the ones that he practiced to make sure that no one could tell that they were broken.
No one had to know that My Boy’s siblings worried about him.
No one had to know that they would whisper into my ears about their fears.
“He never talks about school.”
“He only hangs out with us when we ask him to, he used to ask to spend time with us all the time.”
“I haven’t seen him happy about anything outside of the house in months.”
“I just don’t know what to do, Rabby.”
So I sit there, curled around My Boy and wait because there is nothing more I can do.
This little story snippet and poem was inspired by the picture prompt from Eclectic Corner #5 for this week from the lovely Justine.