There was a time when going
on vacation was so much fun.
The thrill of the new.
The sun in our faces.
Resting together.
When the times got older,
it wasn't.
The edge in his voice.
The look of my face.
Screaming and yelling were the norm.
And for a moment,
I would think.
Looking out those tall windows.
At the people walking around.
What if I left ?
Walked out the door.
Who would know ?
Two kids at the table.
So I turned back and left those thoughts.
Going back into my world.
When we left,
I took those two small
salt and pepper shakers.
To this day, I have them.
Sitting on my cabinet.
In my small way,
they remind me of that day.
Those weeks. That time.
Shiny but small.
Cute as can be.
To me, they mean my freedom.
~ JC ~
(this time it is an almost true story.
on a vacation we stopped in Vegas.
as my kids were yelling
and my world seemed totally unglued,
i did look out those windows.
i took those two small salt and peppers with me.
i have them now. )
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