Fully Equipped

I’ve already packed Everything you need For your trip, Little One. “Yes,” she said, “But I’ve never been To Chicago before, And I just might need My old hairbrush And this book I used to like, And…” it all went Into her backpack I smiled then And again later As we walked the long concourse. Steps faltered And tears of fatigue flowed Down my daughter’s face Until a loving elder brother Took the unnecessary burden So we all Could make our plane. I shoulder my own Unwieldy baggage, And trudge with faltering step, Tears of frustration And fatigue Rolling down my face. I fail to acknowledge That Father has sent me Already fully equipped, And I’m reluctant to release My unnecessary burden To the Brother who Would carry it for me. And in my obstinance I just might miss My flight!