Doctor Grandma

Cuddle Up

Cuddle up on the couch,

Wrap yourself around the last week of vacation,

Bury your head in the sand,

Or possibly, the pillow.

These are the last days of solitude,

Of empty hours

Where you don’t have to be anywhere,

For anybody,

No student is asking what will be on the next test,

explaining their absence in your last class,

or asking if they missed

anything important,

You are only here, with Horatio,

Waiting for the next fake line,

For him to put on his sunglasses,

And solve the murder case,

Because that is what he does.

Your syllabi, still unfinished,

Lie upon your laptop,

Awaiting assignments

and “student learning outcomes”

No one cares to read,

Soak it up,

These final hours of summer,

Watch the sunrise upon the window,

Take a walk around the pond,

Go fishing for a poem.

CF Black               8-17-2011

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