by Pamela Newham
How quiet you must have been as you locked
the bedroom door behind you.
How happy they must have been when you
walked into the kitchen.
Thought it was time for a walk
as you dragged their tatty blanket
and laid it on the backseat,
put in place the flexible hose,
climbed in with them.
Closed the door.
Did you need their trusting eyes
to get you through it?
Did you take them because you knew
he’d miss them more?