Sitting there atop the couch, gazing out for half the day
Waiting for the sight of me, the sound of gravel
Pulling into my driveway
All the barking, loud commotion
I hear him as I’m getting out
Open doors bring so much motion, as he runs and spins about
Hopping up onto my knees, its like we’ve never met before
The same excitement everyday
Each time I open that back door
Sitting silent, in my thoughts, writing as I always do
He lays there right next to me, pretending that he writes things, too
A nose then nudges underneath, beckoning my hand to him
“Time to pet me”, he must think, I pat his head and stroke his chin
What’s that you hear? That bark and yell
Every single time it chimes
The ringing of my home’s doorbell
Loud hallways, and funny times
I won’t remember bills; the vet
The moments I will not forget
Are ones that brought what such love brings
The joy, the cheer…the little things
How the World Should Work 