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She was patient with Eddie,

letting him do

what he had to do,

everything he’d read

in the magazines

or seen in the movies,

as she lay very still

and tried to concentrate

on her first dog,

her best friend at grammar school

and Christmas morning

with her mom and dad.


But her dog died,

her best friend moved away

and her parents split up

so she was left with Eddie,

lying on top of her,

moving up and down like

a machine press

and panting heavily.


She was patient with Eddie

but more patient with herself.

She assumed that she

would like this someday.

Not for the last time

did doing nothing

fill the needs of perseverance.