Dit mooie gedicht vond ik op een website van een Amerikaanse Griffon Rescue die zich bezig houdt met het opvangen (uit br......fok, afgedankte impulsief gekochte filmhondlook-a-likes, e.d.), verzorgen, heropvoeden en herplaatsen van Brusselse - en Belgische Griffons en Brabancons.
The meaning of Rescue
Now that I’m home, bathed, setteld and fet,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I’d like to open my baggage.
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry –
So much to regret.
Hmm… Yes there it is, right on the top.
Let’s unpack loneliness, heartache and loss;
And there by my leach hide fear and shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hart to leave –
I still have to unpack my baggage called pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn’t good enough – for they didn’t want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things –
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage?
To never repack?
I pray that you do – I’m so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage,
Will you still want me?
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