Preparations so pressing with air so intense; Pencils like ready rifles. Make a list!
From dawn shattering the sky until the sun’s ray at noon;
No time for friends or play, making noise like a loon.
Thoughts are jumbled like big spider webs;
Lay out clothes, coffee, and clock to wake up our heads.
Here’s the order for the pantry, as empty as a tub;
Make my appointment for Tuesday, for my ladies club.
Jot this all down, son. You’re as sweet as a flower.
Mom, this is an 80 mile trip. You’ll be home in three hours.
Inspired by Vic and Sade. Read more, or listen to the audio here: Sades Trip To Dwight. 370604.