She had been as grounded as a tree
Strong, steady, reliable to a degree
This little girl of theirs, so they thought
Until…now they realized she is all grown up
All thanks to yesterday’s mishap
And now she was – grounded
For a month, no less.
She asked, “Where do you want to go, my dear?
I offer you the whole world right here
You need a space, maybe on the coast,
Someplace not bland, but one that can boast
A spectrum of sights to help rejuvenate.
The stress has been relentless of late
Your delicate mind now almost rampant;
So put on your thinking hat
And have a look at this map that
Is neither dated nor forged, dear
So do not fear, just hear
me out and choose a place, a sight to see
With your innate sense and love of beauty.
Let us go on a vacation
Outside the country or in our nation.”
“With our car broken, dear,” I said,
“Let us just stay grounded
Right here in our homestead”
For dVerse Poets Pub(2nd one), I have, 'Far or near'
Far or near
There I was, looking at the dashboard clock
As four voices in the back spoke
almost in unison
“Are we there yet?”, the inevitable question
I looked at the dashboard clock yet again
Looked at hubby as he looked straight ahead
A look at his face told me - yet another light - again, the red
I answered the four, “well, almost there, dear”
I figured that answer would help make every far near
We took our two kids along with two of our friends’ kids to the sawdust shop yesterday. Every distance is amplified, every traffic red a major hindrance when we have four impatient, excited kids in the car. The photo below is of my son working on his Pinewood Derby car at the Sawdust Shop - drilling holes to put in weights.