That Call

His coat came in the mail today,

She hung it in the hall.

One million miles safe driving,

She’s hoping he will call.

So many things to tell him,

About the dreams they share.

The baby tried to walk today,

He wanted to be there.

 The phone rings and she answers,

But it isn’t him that calls.

They said they were Highway Patrol,

From just below Great Falls.

A big rig there had overturned,

The driver lost his life.

He swerved to miss a family car,

Two kids, a husband and a wife.

From her trembling fingers

The phone falls to the floor.

 Her husband won’t be coming home

She needs to hear no more.

 She stumbles down the hallway,

Checks on three sleepy heads.

Walks into the bedroom,

Falls crying on the bed.

 Crying she hugs the pillow,

Where he once laid his head.

 Remembers all the hopes and dreams

They hatched there in that bed.

Trucking is a hard hard life,

Many drivers live with pain.

But nothing like the pain she feels,

Her man won’t be home again.