National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 12
TRUNK
(Holy Saturday)
I am finally on the road,
an all-night drive ahead,
five hundred miles to go.
The presents are wrapped with red
bows and buried back in the trunk
(with a bunch of other junk, I know).
There is a party in the morning
to celebrate my daughter’s baby girl, Grace.
And though these hours will be long and dark,
I wouldn’t miss the surprise on her face
for anything in the world.