Doctor Grandma

My husband and I soon leave for Indiana over Easter weekend. I hate the drive and especially hate driving all night. But we have no choice this time. A 3-day weekend with a 10-11 hr. drive isn’t that long of a time.

The Road Much Travelled

Soon, we leave,

after a full day’s work,

put suitcases in trunk,

laptops in car,

and hit the road much travelled.

I will grade papers

as you drive,

for when we return,

Finals begin,

the end to another semester.

We leave the warmth of the Carolina sun,

where Spring begins in February,

flowered trees now have diminished blooms,

and Summer is in the air,

We ride the road much travelled,

back to the north,

where corn will be sprouting,

but not yet high,

where the land is all wide open spaces,

and huge expanse of sky,

where the roundness of the earth

is seen and felt

in the sky’s arching down

to kiss the horizon,

where my heart still quivers

for 2 grandsons and a daughter,

and a son’s love beckons us,

come back to our roots,

on the road much travelled,

to the place we call home,

not the land of cotton, forest and swamp,

but the land of cornfields and soybean crops,

where cities have more than a million folks,

and people know Chicago,

where ancestors fought on the side of the north,

and no Confederate flags 

grace the statehouse lawn.

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