Where's the Ball, Zack?
an ode to your favorite toy
So round, so rubbery,
I never thought orange and blue would go together so well,
Yet you, you somehow always knew.
With squeeze after squeeze
Until squeaks of joy emanate from within,
It’s the stress relief no one asked for yet.
Your jaw unclenches and my shoulders relax,
Until this slimy, gooey, stinky, hairy, dirty thing,
Lands right at my feet, or on my lap, or in my hand.
The look on your face irreplaceable,
As you give me, your favorite thing in the world, to cheer me,
To include me, to comfort me.
Who would have thought that such a thing would be our talking piece.
A way for you to share your joys,
A squishy to protect you from nightmares and any scary noise,
With its own squeak perking you up, but in a good way.
It perks me up, in a good way too,
Knowing that you have your own special thing, something to bring you peace,
When everything is chaotic and constantly shifting.
You remain so calm,
Knowing everything will work out.
All because,
Your ball,
Still bounces.
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Comments (8)
Awww this is so sweet!
So sweet ❤ My dog does this too but I suspect it's less to comfort and more "well chuck it then doofus".
HEEEEEE this makes me so happy he basically loves his ball
Aw this is glorious! I love it!
Fabulous work Oneg!
Great job, though I kinda at how you described the ball. Eww. 🤣
This is a Great Fun 🎢 Poem💯❤️🎉😉
The first place we lived after seminary was a small parsonage with a narrow hallway leading from the living room to the bedrooms & bath. All wood floors. I had a superball which our dog loved to chase when I'd toss it down the hallway. Of course, it would hit the far wall & bounce over his head back to me which would start it all over again. Hours of fun. He never seemed to tire of it.