What a Trip
Luggage begs to be hauled inside
Cares not about tired hands
Home spreads her arms
Welcomes her family after summer vacay
Garage space receives them in disgust
Pouts over the ceiling-high Christmas boxes
Busy bees empty the minivan
Drag in bag after bag, souvenir after souvenir
Dogs greet their humans
Wiggle their hind ends with frantic tails
Little sheltie, Zoey sneaks out the door
Avoids being seen by all
Mom spots the door ajar
Does not spot big sheltie, Rocky
Dad secures the animals
Brings Mom two Tylenol to the couch
Adrenaline shoots eyes wide open
Hammers her heart
She hears hail in July!
Thanks loud, pesky sound for disturbing her
The newly licensed teen left 45 minutes ago
Drove to Lexington for the first time
Mom’s chest thunders inside
Feels like a runaway train
Dad tunes in to her claim
Assures it’s KT, crumpling a chip bag
Mom squints her eyes
Listens harder
She breathes in
Exhales fear
There were no hailstones
only the stoning of a nap
Mom’s baggage weighs her down
She has carried it and more for 18 years
Heaviness and joy rest equally on the scale
The scale cares not about tired moms.