dirt on the welcome mat

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Struggle and rest,
Reach and retreat,
Each heartbeat creaks
Like a weathered
Rocking chair.

When he first felt
Earth’s cold wind
On his baby skin
A slow moan rumbled
Through his bones.

His first steps
On hard wood,
Wobbling he stood
Heel to sole,
Sole to heel.

He dug into the earth
One friend, one hole
Dead doggie soul
Dirt and tears,
Shovel down.

First day lived
As a working man
Nonstop on a business plan
Hours nine to five
Long and longer.

Bought the ring
Then baby shoes
Two pinks, two blues
Twice the joy,
Then doubled grief.

From the front porch
He stoops and stares
Splintered cares
Rock back
And forth.