Mom called me in from the yard.
She called me “Chihuahua.”
I think she forgot my name.
How did this happen?
I was told my Grandma
Called dogs by their color.
She never remembered names.
I never met her, but
I know she loved dogs.
Mom loves dogs.
She’s forgetting names.
I wonder if Mom will
Start watching stories?
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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