Note Left Behind

When I’m gone
who will read stories to Jackie and Michael?
Who will make coffee in the morning
and tease Mary with a cup?
Who will draw the drapes
and sigh to see the dawn come in?
Who will pick up the paper
left on the drive?
And run the sweeper on the rug?
Who will hold Mark
sleeping in my arms and share his warmth?
And who will tell the house
where I am?
So I’m leaving a note
in the event of my absence.
I am taking a walk.
What a wonderful life I’ve had!
Leave the door unlocked.
Papa.