The rolled up sleeping bag, bulky
with coils like boles in a tree
sits beside the trunk, layered
with life essentials for one week-
a week I must resign as parent,
hand over the reins to another.
Hidden within the trunk, a piece
of my heart, my eyes a mist of worry.
©laurie kolp
Prompt inspirations:
3WW- bulky, mist, resign
Poetic Asides- Camp