TRACKS

You sit and drink your coffee
Watch the birds thru the screen door
You can hear them loudly chirping
Your feet cold upon the floor.

He walks in and brings your slippers
Puts them down and you both smile
There is warmth between the two of you
You’ve been together a long while.

The children have all left, they’re gone
Their rooms are now empty
They’ve grown up and on their own now
All that’s left are memories.

Off he goes down to his office
You’re left all on your own
You long to find your purpose
You’re feeling so alone.

Time has passed you by too quickly
You remember their first steps
The contests that they won and lost
The passed and failed math tests.

An hour later, a truck in the driveway
Your husband has come back
Says, “Look what I found abandoned
In a box down by the tracks”.

In his arms he holds a puppy
“He was left there all alone
He won’t be any trouble
I’ll always walk him when I’m home.”

The afternoons have gotten busy
With walks down to the park
Playing in the backyard
Chasing squirrels till it gets dark.

We couldn’t think of what to call him
Thought “Tracks” was a good name
Since he’s now part of the family
Things will never been the same.

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Image from Google Images: ranker.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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