The house was just as you left it.
I dared not make any change.
I wanted you to be right at home
when you return.
After the children were put to bed,
I would stand by the window
staring at the rose -lined path
that you usually took to get to our front door
for the sound of your steps
or the flicker of light
from your cigarette.
I wanted to tell you –
the first word our little one uttered,
how I begged for an extra shift at work the other day,
ah, but my hair was turning gray,
the children are all grown and gone,
You’d be proud.
But I did not have the chance to
I was called away.
if the home you knew is no more.
For Magpie Tales. I played with several scenarios/ideas before I came up with this piece at the last minute. Sometimes, I find myself almost forcing myself to write. Otherwise, I will get carried away by my laziness and drop everything altogether.
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