by Lucy W., Age 13
, Grade 7, Lexington Montessori School
Teacher: GM Hakim
Crab limbs hanging limp from your mouth.
covered in sand. The ocean tides roll
in as you run in the opposite direction, startled.
Walking on the beach, my sight blurred with tears
as I remember.
Your muzzle stuck out from under the bed,
fast asleep. In the night I can hear your breath,
level and calm,
singing me a lullaby.
You, the one dad blamed for all the snoring.
You, the one that never talked back.
One step outside and you are done.
The outdoors are your enemy. Walking is your kryptonite.
Never walked, never ran, never hurried.
Always with me,