Today I painted this watercolor inspired by @andraandreescu on Instagram, and Holly wrote a Mother’s Day poem about how I am not her mother. I’m so proud of her many talents!
She’s Not My Mother
I am an elderly dog
With a young disposition.
I’m pretty sure I’m an orphan
Though I really don’t care.
The human I watch over
Bristles slightly,
Her feminisms all
Standing alert
Like the quills of a porcupine
When people wish her
Happy Mother’s Day
For being a dog mom.
How can she be my mom
When I am old and wizened
And she still has
Edges so sharp?
How can she be a mother
When she never wanted
Her identity entangled
With a bundle of joy?
She always thought pregnant bellies
Were cute
Under polka dotted dresses
But babies she finds boring
And children too loud
And messy.
She doesn’t mind it though
That I occasionally
Eat poop.
She googled it
And learned
That dog mamas sometimes
Teach their babies to do so.
She likes imagining my mother.
My mother was a dog.
