LOVE POETRY

Poppy Love

One of the best friends I ever had

Bruce Hudson
2 min readOct 13, 2020
Poppy on Te Mata Peak, Hawkes Bay, New Zealand, in 2015. Photo by Bruce Hudson.

We met in 2015
as I accepted a house sitting position
to look after an old dog

She was ill
couldn’t walk for more than twenty minutes
without needing a rest

She was on steroids
I nursed her
and she improved

We walked slowly once a day
and she improved

we walked down by the river
and she improved

we walked twice a day
and she improved

we walked and walked and walked and walked
ending up walking six hours to the coast
without issue

Her health had returned
I had unwittingly loved her back to health
and she had fiercely loved me back

For four months
we were constant companions
best mates

Only in hindsight do I know
that Poppy was also
nursing me

I didn’t know how ill I was
— autoimmune disease
is like that

My normal
wasn’t normal
at all

How could I know?
I didn’t know
I simply didn’t know

Some mistook my lethargy
called me lazy
I was constantly exhausted

Then not

Until I was again

Poppy never mistook me
for anyone other
than me

The Herculean effort
to do ordinary things
was my normal

How could I know?
I didn’t know
I simply didn’t know

No diagnosis from doctors
not ill enough to worry
too damn tired to ignore

Poppy cared not for any diagnosis
she simply cared
for me

The healing
we gave each other
was magic

Moving on was hard
but I did it anyway

My mother said
that it was like giving up my own dog
and I agreed

When I heard that she had passed
the depth of my upsetness
took me by surprise

So after five years
I look back
at that short time with Poppy

Her memory inspires me
there was no mistaking
how connected we were

Now five years later
I am the one on steroids
walking most days

My focus is on improving
taking myself for walks
and I’m improving

Poppy showed me how to live a second life
the importance of passion
to live for now

To imbibe the world
with clear
pure enthusiasm

Poppy’s wisdom
was better than any human
— and I got to see it

Her memory fills me up
I yearn for her sweet accepting nature
her unconditional wise accepting presence
and I’m improving.

--

--

Bruce Hudson
Bruce Hudson

Written by Bruce Hudson

Navigates new worlds where substance should always beat effervescence, but doesn’t. I undermine misinformation whenever practical. @BHudsonWrites enzman.com