by Maureen Glaude
the bulk of the set-up
at our campsite done
my son and I scouted out
the best trees at hand
to wrap with the good strong twine
to tether up my haven
this year I was determined to
stretch out on my hammock
it seemed I always said that
but often we failed
for one reason or another
to bring the apparatus
but on this, the first camp trip
since my surgery
I made sure
it was a priority
in the packing this time
now, perfect in its readiness
all I need is to relax there
lulled by nature's sway
of gentle rocking. Simple?
It seems the moment my second foot's
just landed up beside the first
and my bottom anchored to comfort point
spine supported by orange weave,
sunscreen on, eyes closed
feeling the sunlight dappled through tree leaves
my Walkman at the right setting and position
the edge of a breeze tickling
even the bees and mosquitoes respectfully
passing me by
then, consistent as night and day
predictable as nightfall
the cry sounds out - from one human
on the campsite
"Mom, what's for lunch?"
"Dear,where's the grocery list, we're going into town"
"going hiking, where's the...?"
"Ask your mother."
Aw, kind of sweet, to be needed still
and it's just the law of
Author's Note: a repost from summer 2001, with slight revision. I just checked with my son and he's bringing his new hammock we bought them for Christmas, plus I'll have mine, for the upcoming trip. Our talk on the phone today reminded me of this poem. Now the kids (and hubby) are all grown up, I intend to keep my butt in that hammock longer.
Posted on 08/04/2005
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/05/05 at 04:12 PM|
Cute glimpse into family life, and nice twist to the ol' trying to grab 40 winks on a Saturday afternoon without being disturbed by a phone call, etc. Have fun camping!
|Posted by Kate Demeree on 08/07/05 at 12:57 PM|
lolol.. I love this Mo... so true to life. Isn't it great being a MOM.... It is a job that never ends!
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/07/05 at 06:16 PM|
I got a kick out of this one Mo....Charlie
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/07/05 at 11:10 PM|
Reality poem! Great description, touch of humor.
|Posted by David R Spellman on 08/08/05 at 03:15 AM|
Wonderful descriptions of camp life and the everyday tugs at mom's attention. Reminds me so much of my own camping experiences, though me thinks I was on the other end of the call!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/10/05 at 04:29 PM|
Hey ya...congrats on hitting No. 1 !