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!
Copyright © Sonja Kaufman | Year Posted 2013
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