Awake, catching up on never-ending homely <br />Tasks, struggling with those late arriving Stafford forms <br /> <br />Short-falling school budgets and that long list of chores <br />Towels still in dryer that need to be folded <br /> <br />Dinner dishes that must be washed and put up <br />A fussy old chocolate lab who whines at the back <br /> <br />Door, those steep old wooden steps slick with black ice <br />A child who inherited wander-lust who dreams <br /> <br />Of exploring Easter Island, Galapagos <br />The greens of Ireland, his heritage from Scotland <br /> <br />The charm of the dream I suppose, overrides his mom’s <br />Ruling, no travel to terrorist-plagued na- <br /> <br />Tions, wondering if, perhaps one of those great old <br />Chilean Fathers might consent to be emergen- <br /> <br />-cy contact, then there is that question asked of <br />Me, “Do you have any pre-existing commitments that <br /> <br />May interfere with your chosen course of study? ” A <br />Smile appears on my mid-century well lined mom- face <br /> <br />Only the Great Wall of China that still needs to <br />Be climbed, and that book I purchased today <br /> <br />(One Size Fits All, Tennessee <br />December 28,2006)<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-a-m-and-its-only-the-great-wall-of-china-that-still-needs-to-be-climbed/
