TRACKS

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

Your husband brings your slippers
Sets them down and you both smile
There is warmth between the two of you
You’ve been sweethearts a long while.

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

On his way down to the office
It’s so quiet with him gone
You long to find your purpose
But 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.

There’s his truck parked in the driveway

For some reason he’s 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 take him out when I get 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 be the same.

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Image from Google Images: ranker.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

13 thoughts on “TRACKS”

  1. This made me smile this morning. I have a 4 1/2 month old puppy and I can completely relate to you. My life is so full at the moment and I’m enjoying those walks on the trail that I missed so much.

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