WHERE'S MY CHEWY?
 
Tt's time for bed-
Hunting high and low.
Where's my Chewy
Mom wants to know.
 
She looks in the bathtub
and under the chair
It's Baby and Tiger!
But Chewy's not there.
 
Deep in the dresser
Or up on a shelf?
At the computer
My sweet natured elf?
 
Is he under the bureau
Or under the bed?
Back in the closet
Dear god, is he dead?
 
Is he out in the field
All alone in the dark?
Or next door digging sand
In the neighborhood park?
 
Or down by the lake
Where he's slipped
And he's drowned?
My adorable Chewy's
Just got to be found.
 
Darn, where's that squeaker
Now what will i do?
Search through the armoire-
The flashlight's gone too!
 
Quick--to the kitchen
Look under the sink
What's in this drawer here?
I-I need time to think.
 
 
Heart in my throat
Pounding fast in my head
The drawer filled with vitamins
Has become Chewy's bed.
 
Curled atop bottles
Is the one I've searched for:
Chocolaty Chewy
In my vitamin drawer.
 
I cradle him gently
He's dead deep asleep
This soft silly wee one
I've promised to keep.
 
I kiss and  kiss him:
god's life to care for.
Carpet hole digger
and pooper of floor.
 
Dear Jesus I thank you
For blessing me so.
And now to bed
Chewy and momma must go.
 
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 2695]