Vacation Poem
Son's college is Santa Cruz.
Mother heals purple bruise.
A vacation from the blues.
We're headed to Montreal,
children in the car snooze.
Treasure time when we talk.
Days blur past on the clock
Eight days in the past year
Distance is too hard I fear.
I'm excited like a kid
girls not dis-bud or rid
safer for a farmer I guess
daughters at risk of mess.
Son's college is Santa Cruz
Mother heals every bruise.
A vacation from the blues.
We're headed to Montreal.
Children in the car snooze.
Lion alone in the Arctic Sea
goats with beards are family
seals eaten by polar bears
penguins find nature fair.
Mother lets children fly
praying they recall why
Poem and photographs copyright all rights reserved © Caroline Gerardo
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