Growing Life to Love of a Wicket Caramel Fluff Ball
Growing life to love is one of my favorites.
I like watching them grow,
then to harvest,
then to eat.
Gardens are beautiful though they are not
as beautiful as my darling
puppy. Wicket is his name.
I planted him in
Ohio and brought him back
to Kentucky. He still grows on and on
even if he is far away from his home.
He does not ever reject a treat or snuggles.
But he does not like water (on him not in him).
He has an adorable bark. I wrote this poem when he was beside me, wet.
He is my special plant.
I call it “Wicket Caramel Fluff Ball.”
I pick him every day.
He would fall asleep in my lap
then I would put him in his crate
then I would go to bed and the fun
of the day would fall to the silent night.
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Do you have a puppy? What is its name? What are its character traits?
I have three puppies, if you haven’t noticed by my profile picture. The one on the left is Pippen, the one in the middle is Wicket, and the one on the right is Merry!
I have 2 puppies! Their names are Buttons & Scruffy; they’re both small and white. They also never reject treats or snuggles!
💙. Wicket is an excellent name.
Mine is Emily. She’s a little yorkie, sweet and submissive, unless she thinks she needs to protect me or her boys.
Your poem feels like it drifts off to sleep at the end, as well—very musical!
Gardens and Puparoonies! Those two things alone made this a joy to read!
I have no puppies, but I have a garden with five tomato plants and many flowers.
Abra, I love your poem and the way you portray your puppy as a plant! I have one dog, Rosie. I also have vegetable and flower gardens.
What a lovely and special plant, your puppy!
Great poem, and great questions! Thank you.
I do not have any puppies right now, except a very special puppy that is a cuddly toy (as they say in England). He’s been with me since I was super tiny, maybe three years old.
I named him Toto. He *always* lays on his belly and has dark brown hair. His thick floppy ears are white and he has black felt eyebrows above his round and kind eyes.
I can always share my troubles with him and he guards my bedroom.
He sits near a dragonfly tea candle my brother just got me for my 40th birthday (it was in Feb), and some pillows that belonged to my grandmother (one says HUGS and one says KISSES, I’m a fan of both from my favorite people).
Finally, there’s a pillow I got from my favorite coffee place that says LOVE and has the shape of Kentucky in the O part. Toto is comfiest in these surroundings.
Keep writing and reading and loving the things you love! They say “Do the things you love and you’ll always know success” though I think what really matters is joy, which is bigger than success.
I’d love to know what you think about that. 🙂
Abra, nice poem, lucky Wickett. You’ve met Samantha, my big white dog. I told her Wickett has come to live in your garden.
I love your poem and your puppies. All three are very cute. I have one old fella who is 12 years old. His name is Gridley. He has a brown face with white eyebrows. My garden is in large pots on my patio. I have two pepper plants and five tomato plants that I’m watching grow. I noticed a few blooms today, so tomatoes are on the way. I love the idea that when you go to bed the fun of the day falls to the silent night.