A POEM TO MY FOSTER DOG, By Diane Morgan

I am the bridge,

Between what was and what can be.

I am the pathway to a new life.



I am made of mush,

Because my heart melted when I saw you,

Matted and sore, limping, depressed

Lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.



For one little time you are mine.

I will feed you with my own hand.

I will love you with my whole heart.

I will make you whole.



I am made of steel.

Because when the time comes,

When you are well, and sleek,

when your eyes shine,

And your tail wags with joy

Then comes the hard part.



I will let you go-not without a tear,

But without a regret.

For you are safe forever--

A new dog needs me now.