Sleep-Away

I never slept away from home
At either camp or school.
Where I grew up, we stayed close by
Our families, as a rule.

My son attended college, though,
Residing in a dorm
A good six hours’ drive away,
Which was within the norm.

My grandkids travel to their camps
And sleep, with friends, in bunks,
Their clothes and all necessities
In duffel bags or trunks.

For weeks, they do activities
With parents out of range
And even at the youngest age,
Nobody finds it strange.

I guess when college rolls around,
They’ll know what to expect,
Since being on your own must have 
A powerful effect.

I liked my local schools and camps
So when I reminisced,
I rarely thought about that whole
Experience I missed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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