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TRACKS by ISABEL NEILL

First Line: I ONCE WOULD SCOLD WHEN MUDDY TRACKS
Last Line: CARVED DEEP ACROSS MY HEART!
I once would scold when muddy tracks
Marred the sheen of polished floor
Or at the crazy crumb trail, spread,
About the rooms, from door to door.

I'd fret about the grimy marks
Of little hands on snowy walls,
Or at the clues, on every hand,
Of boys and dogs and balls.

Immaculate, my house now shines,
Strange silence broods in every part;
But oh, those lonely little tracks,
Carved deep across my heart!



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