I am the bridge

the object of consolation

to the broken parts of this family

Mother stares into my eyes,


what father is thinking

Father holds my neck

imagining what his wife

will say to him at bedtime

Julie, the daughter

caresses my belly

after homework

Daniel, her brother,

chases after me

because he is a boy

who asked to stay put

more often than his

body needs

So, at various times

they come to me

or I go to them

as needed

always by instinct

I am Elliot

the family dog

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017