On the dark days
he is there
On the bright ones
he makes things brighter
On the bleak and lonely
he is comfort
On the sick
he is my chicken soup
On the angry at him days
He does not yell
On the pull my hair out
I hate everybody
I want to go to bed
and never rise again
He sticks around-
says this is the good part
When I tell him to run,
fast,
in the opposite direction,
He stays strong
in my direction
He is the milk to my cookies.