Beach Poem

Vacation Poem
Son's college is Santa Cruz.Mother heals purple bruise.A vacation from the blues.We're headed to Montreal, children in the car snooze.
Treasure time when we talk.Days blur past on the clockEight days in the past yearDistance is too hard I fear.
I'm excited like a kidgirls not dis-bud or ridsafer for a farmer I guessdaughters at risk of mess.
Son's college is Santa CruzMother heals every bruise.A vacation from the blues.We're headed to Montreal. Children in the car snooze.
Lion alone in the Arctic Seagoats with beards are family seals eaten by polar bearspenguins find nature fair.
Mother lets children flypraying they recall why