I wrote the poem "Home at Last" in the late 1980's as well. My sister Diane asked me to write her a poem about her very special Yorkshire Terrier, Lucky. So I wrote a poem about Lucky as though she was telling the story.
Home at Last
I leave work exhausted, the end of another day,
and step into my trusty car that takes me on my way.
So as I’m driving along, taking my usual route home,
I try not to think about my time being all alone.
I turn my key in the lock and step into my house,
filled with stillness, and solitude, and as quiet as a mouse.
I make my supper and eat alone, like I always do,
then pick up the paper and read a page or two.
Something caught my eye it seems, for I could not look away;
the printed image on the page was forever there to stay.
A litter of pups for sale, perhaps one just for me,
after a call or two what will my future be?
I bring my little Yorkie home, a kennel and some food;
a few toys, a treat or two, and a lightening of my mood.
Eat, sleep, run and play, a piddle now and then,
a little cuddle in-between and we start all over again.
I named my puppy Lucky for that is how I feel.
Now filled with love and joy, my heart has begun to heal.
I leave work eagerly, the end of another day;
lightness in my every step as I carry on my way.
This time when I turn my key, love pours from within,
and fills my heart with gladness that this time is a win.
For I receive when I enter a greeting none can surpass.
This time I know for sure that I’ve come home at last.
Copyright 2010
Marilyn Warren
