My Dog – Tom Tom

My dog Tom Tom – Growing up for everyone has its peaks and valleys, tough times, and good times. For those that did not grow up with alcoholism in your household, you might not understand my poem below. For those of you that did not grow up with a dog in your life you might not understand the poem below. I write or at least try to write every day. Even though I post it here for anyone with a computer or a smart phone can read, I really write for me and me alone. It is my way of dealing with the things that went bump in the night when I was young. I write to rid myself of the demons that haunted me in the past. If my writings provoke an emotion from you, the reader – even for a second – then it is a win for me. “Tom Tom” my dog died so long ago, it is hard for me to picture him in my head, but the feeling he gave me, the safety he gave me, the love he gave me still beats within my chest. This is my ode to “Tom Tom” – he was gallant when I was not.


“Tom Tom”
Under the blankets hiding, staying out of sight,
Moments of fear that crept out of the night.

Too young, too innocent to fully understand,
How my Dad, his drinking took over, took command.

Trying to shut out the anger, hurt, the yelling,
When madness would stop there was no telling.

Huddle down in my protective blanket fort,
Holding tight to my green army men for support.

Tom Tom my dog laid with me keeping me warm,
Helping me try and outlast the newest insane storm.

Always worried I may never see my Mom tomorrow,
As she tried to help my Dad understand all his sorrow.

Drinking and violence walked hand in hand,
As my Dad danced to the Smirnoff vodka band.

In my tiny world, childhood starts to unravel,
Never too soon, safe place my mind would travel.

Held tight as Tom Tom sniffed and licked my face,
Only he knew how to get me to my safe place.

Thinking back then to those young ugly years,
On how Tom Tom saved me from all my fears.

Tom Tom my dog angel died when I was ten,
Day’s when emotions take their toll, I think of him again.
By Kurt James

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 7 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection called the wandering man collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition). Kurt has also published 3 historical reference books, and one humor book. All are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 9th Colorado adventure tale novel “Rocky Mountain Moonshiner”.

10 thoughts on “My Dog – Tom Tom

  • February 11, 2017 at 6:11 PM

    A touching ode to a loving friend that helped save a child from the free fall of an alcoholic father and the abuse in a household that should never happen to an innocent child. Nicely expressed and penned Kurt, and Tom Tom , never to be forgotten. great work.

    • February 11, 2017 at 9:41 PM

      Thank you Tony for your nice thoughts…. always welcomed.

  • February 11, 2017 at 9:27 PM

    Kurt, I belief some pets have been sent to us for a reason and I see them as Angels on Earth. Tom Tom was your little Angel. This is a loving tribute to your best friend and very nicely penned. Well done.

  • February 11, 2017 at 9:42 PM

    Phyllis I could not agree more with you about some pets being angels on earth… Tom Tom was my angel…..

  • February 13, 2017 at 6:15 AM

    They are more than just pets. They become friends, family, angels even. Dogs have that keen sense to them. Whenever i was feeling sad when i was a kid, my dog was always by my side. Great ode to your lifesaver for the time. ~Paul

    • February 13, 2017 at 5:57 PM

      Thanks Paul, you are always welcome at my campfire…

  • February 21, 2017 at 2:35 AM

    I loved this, Kurt. I neve ha a moment in my life as a child or adult that I didn’t have a dog. They were all very special in different ways. They o help to protect you and keep you sane, offering unconditional love constantly. A sad tale, but thank you for shaing.

    • February 21, 2017 at 3:26 AM

      Dog, are angels sent from the heavens to keep us sane and humble….When someone tells me they don’t like dogs – that tells me there is something wrong with that person… I broke off a relationship with a woman that didn’t like my dog – best choice I ever made….

  • February 24, 2020 at 11:53 AM

    Thank you Kurt, have worked and known dogs all my life, I agree,there’s something ‘off’ with someone who doesn’t like dogs.

    • February 25, 2020 at 3:16 AM

      Agreed Robin, a dog is really heaven sent and when a friendly gentle dog doesn’t like someone or when folks do not love dogs it is a huge indicator of that person personality. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment here on this piece…


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