Change of Plans

“Are you ready?”

“Are you packed?”

“Where’s the dog?”

“Get the bags!”

“Do you have the keys?”

“Let’s go or we’ll hit traffic!”

“I forgot to get gas!”

“Do you have the reservation?”

“I’ve got it, let’s go!”

“Where’s the dog?”

“Don’t forget to set the alarm.”

“Come on, let’s go!!”


Drop off the kids.

Drop off the dog.

Leave the gift for the party.

Leave the name of the hotel.

On our way, through the traffic.

“I told you we should have left earlier!”

On our way, a getaway!

Many plans for just 2 days.


Checking in.


Finally, we can begin!

But wait…let me rest for just a minute.


A minute becomes two hours.

Now his stomach is feeling sour.

Oh, no!  Why today?

Neither one of us feels okay.


Forget the plans.

Forget the day.

We’ll stay in bed and sleep away.

Good-night for the next 2 days.

Morning Surprise

Peeking up from the houses.

High above the trees.

The rainbow in the sky was shining brightly.

I want to see more!

I stared as I backed out of the driveway.

Peeked in the mirror as I drove.

The colors were growing  brighter as the day was getting lighter.

I didn’t want to drive faster.

I wanted to see more!

I parked at the school.

I looked at it once more.

I wish I could stay a little longer

and watch a little more.

No more!

The Healing Balm

It was early Monday morning and my group of boys began to write.  The shuffling sound of papers was all you could hear until it happened…the unmistakable sound of sniffles.  It began as soft sounding sniffles and quickly grew to a heart-wrenching sob within a matter of seconds. What happened?  I immediately went over to find out the reason for the crying.  “T” began to show me his writing about a ride at the amusement park.  In between heartfelt sobs, he showed me the detailed sketch of his family and how he had labeled  each member.  When he pointed to his sister he let out a loud cry and told me how his sister was away at college and how much he missed her.

My curiosity quickly turned to empathy as I shared how my son is away at college and how much I miss him.

Once we connected over our sadness, he finished his writing and told me that he felt better.  I was amazed at how moved “T” had become due to his writing and how he was able to move on once it was written and shared.  It made me take another look at writing and how it helps heal the wounds and is good for the soul.