I’m really not a poet, but given the task of writing about something as daunting as packing, I became one.
The long awaited summer is here.
Pack up the boxes, bags and cases.
Pack it just right because there’s an ocean to cross.
Pray the packing’s not in vain as the bag rolls away, one tiny tag listing its destination.
Get there, unpack, pack, unpack, pack and repeat.
Now it’s time to shop!
“That goes in your bag,” he says.
“Can we really cross the ocean with that?!” she inquires.
Each purchase carefully considered.
Each pinched penny pensively parted with.
Meds, mixes and miscellaneous marvels stumbled upon at the Super Mart.
Everything is much more, more, MORE than we’re used to.
The stuff piles up.
Blessed and burdened all at once.
Must we really tote this across the ocean?
Remember that “future me” will hate “present me” for leaving it behind.
Pack some more.
Bag it, stuff it, roll it, fold it, smash it, wrap it, hide it, WEIGH it.
A last minute duffel purchase brings both joy and dread.
Castoffs from the “send later” pile make the last call after all.
Now to get it to the airport – all those hours of Tetris pay off at last.
Let’s cross the ocean, yet again.
Pray, again, the packing is not in vain.
Watch TSA wonder over the embarrassing contents of each case.
Pack the joy of one last hug and embrace of left behind loved ones into my heart.
Shove the tears aside, like my cargo, neatly zip-locked to prevent leaks.
Me, my hubby, my kids, my bags, my grief, my anticipation;
All packed up and ready to go again.
Want to share a list of “meds, mixes and miscellaneous marvels” you’re packing in your bag this summer? I’m always looking for new ideas!