What’s Spot Got? (Chapter 1)
A day like any other,
cartoons on the glass,
but one of us was missing
as the morning colors passed.
We found Spot behind the plants,
arranging glowwy stones,
swimming circles, one two three four,
in a world all his own.
“I found a magic rock,” he said,
and left it right at that.
Spot being Spot, he wandered off
before the story sat.
This is life with Spot sometimes —
he wasn’t quite like us,
patient and frustrating,
beautiful and fussed.
He’d say the TV was too loud,
the colors hurt his head,
or else too quiet, something wrong,
the water smelled, he said.
It scared us when we were little.
It confused us, sure enough.
But we were family, so we learned
that love means showing up.
“It’s an Imaginastone,” he said,
with wonder in his eyes.
“It collects our dreams and keeps them safe
and makes them more alive.”
This was Spot, and our life with him,
a cascade, tales and dreams,
all bundled into one small fish,
a keeper, so it seems.
And we wouldn’t have it any other way.