Sins of Omission
We’ve had a long haul, dear, with a heavy load
over a long and difficult road.
That day that you left and never came back,
the whole world you left felt stretched on the rack.
The dogs howled the moon, the horses milled ‘round.
Then everything stilled, just poised for the sound
of your homebound footsteps. We listen still.
The kids often bound to the top of the hill
looking for something. Perhaps it is you.
From sunup to sundown, we still hope to view
the sight of your figure rounding the bend
so our struggles without you can finally end.
Did you mean to leave or was it a quirk?
Were you a victim or were you a jerk?
Wherever you’ve gone to, here’s what you’re missing:
my shepherd’s pie and all of my kissing,
backrubs and whispers deep in the night,
love’s deep caresses and its sweet bite.
Selfish adventurer, it’s time to atone
for the sins you’ve amassed while off on your own.
Come home to your duty. Come home to your life.
Come home to your kids, your parents, your wife.
Your old life awaits you. Wherever you roam,
there must be a road that will lead you to home.
The prompt today is haul.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Good one. You have a great mind. Victim or jerk? Hope she doesn’t have to waiver between guilt and anger too long.
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I think he’s waiting until he hears she’s moved into the little house!!!
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I can’t believe I laughed at that…
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Once again, we published at almost the same time as in my reader, I follow right after you.
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8 min and 11 min.
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She seems to have forgiven him without hearing the whole story, huh? I think she’s just tired of carrying the whole load herself.
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Wirh words like haul and load, this one wears me out like mine did you. Maybe we both need a nap!
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Not to mention “inchoate.” Good grief.
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This is terrific!
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Thanks, Laura. This was the hardest prompt for me to do. I kept having false starts..
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Such a sad story! He may someday come back, but there’s always the baggage accumulated while away.
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There are times when you surpass yourself, Judy. The genius of great writing is leaving your readers to ponder “Was it true? Was it someone else or was it you?” xx Anton
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Where there should be anger and resentment, there is longing instead. The last line speaks to its depth. I loved this.
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Thanks, Joanne.
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