Rolling down a corridor
Tiny hand to wheel
Small squares on the floor pass my heels
Ready to play
My doll tucked beside me, as we roll silently along.
I am humming.
The sound of the Earth, and planets dance in my head.
Humming to the soft beat of my revised heart.
Black flap on the door window.
My friend has gone to play dolls with Jesus
Why the tears?
Older now, I realize
That I was nestled in the bosom of the “Death Ward.”
My wheels were to have stopped
No more humming to the revised heart.
I too was to go “play dolls with Jesus.”
Would I have taken my doll?
Hummed him my song?
Would I have heard the tears amongst the playful laughter?
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Sue Cook lives in Freeport, Illinois with her husband Randy and two dogs. Her passions include assistance dogs, rescue dogs, music, acting, theater, poetry, and Doctor Who. She’s been in both film and theater and is a regular cast member of the podcast Doctor Who’s Line is it….Anyway? Sue is an advocate for the use of Service Dogs to assist their disabled handlers to maintain their independence. Quigley’s Quest, her first children’s book, addresses how a dog becomes a Service Dog.