Monday, 24 December 2012

And They Came


I’m told they’ll stay the week.
Golden Retriever ambassadors from Chicago
to the heartbroken in Sandy Hook, Connecticut.

Who like the Hebrew ancient Rachael,
or the mothers in Bethlehem, Judea,
during Herod’s reign of terror,

wept a constant, wrenching stream,
and would not be consoled.
They beheld the unthinkable.

The modern slaughter of these,
Holy Innocents, more incomprehensible
with each passing day.

I read the endless stories,
blindly weep heaving tears of solidarity
for men and women I have never met.

But still, the furry cavalry comes.
Used to offering comfort to the sick,
and profoundly sad, they come.

They come offering no platitudes,
no will of God admonishments. 
They offer nothing more than now.

Their gift comes as friendly, sweeping tail.
It comes as warm flanks offered as blankets,
 and moist kisses offered as kindness, absolution.

© Melinda Rizzo 2012

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Melinda Rizzo is a freelance reporter, poet and observer of the world. She lives with her family, and a Labrador Retriever named Caleb, in rural Upper Bucks County, Pennsylvania, USA.




2 comments:

  1. Truly beautiful and a wonderful tribute to all.

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  2. This poem offers the same kind of gentle comforting presence that the dogs would. Thank you

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