Looks like we made it - Poem 5
Another poem inspired by the visual prompts from Bud the Teacher's blog - in honor of poetry month! Today's prompt was an image of two older women grinning like crazy and holding up a trophy.
“Looks like we made it”
The children
are grown,
gently shooed out of the nest.
Though our
basements, closets, and garages still
do double duty as storage sheds for the lingering
remains of their younger years.
It’s our
time now.
Remember
that list of “somedays” we wrote?
You know - on the napkins at
your wedding
And the scraps of paper at my
baby shower?
We vowed we’d
do all those crazy things we put off
“Too busy carting them around”
“Maybe when the kids are grown”
It’s our
time now.
Slap on that
wacky hat, my friend.
Bring out the bucket of paint.
We’re painting the town red.
We’re not
going home until every damned item
gets crossed off those lists.
It’s our
time now.
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