around to it yet. No problem.
I’ll replace it as soon as I get
my birthday stash. Meanwhile,
Hunter won’t miss it. And
neither, I hope, will Mom.
Pack an overnight bag, just
in case, she says, interrupting
my thoughts. Always a good
idea to plan for that rainy day.
She Makes It So Easy
Handing me her keys,
helping me pack, giving
me money. I’d like to
blame
her for what may come,
take dead aim and whack
this big ball of
guilt
across the net,
into her court, wait
for her well-deserved
volley.
But that wouldn’t
be accurate,
wouldn’t be
right.
I know as I climb
into the SUV, crank
the engine, that what’s
left