September 25; Day Twenty-Five

Once again, I do not have much to say. After working 10 hours, my brain is drained. So, I thought I would pull out a notebook of poetry I wrote back in the late 1970s and reminisce.  Oh, the angst of a teenage girl. I would have been 16-17 years old when I wrote them.

I started reading to Liz. Even though I was laughing, she kept saying that for a teenage girl in or out of love at the time, the poems weren’t too bad. Then I read her the one where I rhymed “castle” with “pastle”.  They rhymed in spelling…sorta.

When I read Liz the one I’m about to type, she said she could just picture someone beating a bongo after each line read; the audience nodding their head and snapping their applause.

Ahem.

                                Who’s There?

                “Let me out!

                                I need to breathe.”

                I look around; I see no one.

                “Let me out!

                                I need to love.”

                I look inside me, I see no one.

                “Who’s there?” I ask.

                     “I’m lonely,” speaks my heart.

                “It’s so dead in here. Please do something soon.

I have no reason to keep beating.”

                Tears roll down my cheeks.

Snap, snap, snap go fingers all around the room.

September 19; Day Nineteen

Today was the last sunrise walk on the beach. We walked up and down for two hours. We didn’t want to leave.

We finally went back to the condo, cleaned up and packed. We took the keys to the rental office, picked up some ice and snacks for the road trip back. Then we stopped one more time at the beach. The girls brought home a little bit of the sand. As we were headed back to the car, Liz turned back again and again, and went and dipped her feet in one more time. My heart was wrenching. Jessica and I both teared up.

The trip home was long. We ran into rain and road work. We ate Oreos as comfort food.

So ended an amazing vacation. The best one I have ever had. Maybe with this ending, it is possible the seed has been planted for a new adventure.