Bubble wrap

Yesterday I received a gift.  It came layered with reasons I did not agree with... at all.   Thankfully I was able to unwrap the reasons more rapidly than usual (there are a lot of ways to measure growth!), and receive the gift for what it was: Monday evenings with my daughter.   Jeff began his fall term yesterday, and he teaches Monday nights.  So it*s me and Sawyer.  I*m glad.  Oh, and I love popping bubble wrap.

Gifts can arrive in unusual packages.

Sometimes we only see them as gifts

When we unwrap them.

Sometimes the gift itself

Is the bubble wrap.

Yesterday I received Monday evenings

With my daughter.

First I had to separate the layers

Of packing,

The reasons given

Why I might want to take things

More slowly,

Reasons

Which really had very little to do

With me.

Then I had to remove the bubble wrap.

I am reminded of the little girl

Who found the backyard

Full of dung,

And simply knew

There was a pony someplace.

Yesterday, under the bubble wrap,

I received Monday evenings

With my daughter.

Better than any pony.

We will eat dinner together,

Do homework,

Watch the sun set,

Play with the cat,

Go to bed.

That*s about it,

until ballet classes start.

Monday evenings

With my daughter.

Better than bubble wrap.