Long Distance Dedication

Mother often reads Brays of Our Lives, written by Fenway Bartholomule. When Fenway was having trouble with his leg, his resourceful FarmWife decided to raise funds for his veterinary needs by offering custom poetry. Mother requested a poem for me, which I think turned out quite nicely. 

Mother is still off crying somewhere.

If you would like commissioned poetry of your own, or just wish to admire more of FarmWife's efforts,  you can find her and Fenway's poetry here.

I am Boyfriend, I am Loved

by Fenway Bartholomule

Some friends are loved for ribbons won

Or miles travelled, running.

Some horses earn a lifetime’s keep

By donning tack and jumping.

Still others carry little tots 

With legs and hands a-thumping. 

I do not win, I cannot breed, my bloodlines end with me

Yet I am loved—Oh how I’m loved! I’m loved for being me.

I am Boyfriend, I am loved

For every heartfelt reason. 

I do not race a record mile, 

Nor travel in show season.

I’m loved for me—for who I am!

For what I give to her.

My human loves me just for me,

As I love her for her.

My leg is shot, I shan’t grow sound, 

I’ll never stand to labor,

Yet every day my human comes

And thanks me for my favor.

The favor of my company,

The wisdom I impart.

I play, I teach, I learn, I seek—

And love with all my heart.

I’m beautiful, I’m clever too,

I’m physically quite grand,

I’m sweet and smart and brave,  it’s true, 

but please do understand:

I am not loved for how I look, for with what strength I surge—

My mother loves me just for me, as I love her for her. 

Now I need to commission a poem about how much I love Mrs. Pastures... YUMM!!