A Poem: Camping: Parent’s Point of View | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

Camping,

Ahhh,

The time to sit back and relax.

All that packing is finally starting to pay off.

You thought of everything—food, sunblock, water,

money for the ice-cream truck.

Finally,

Some Me Time.

Watching your kids frolic and play in the sand.

You're starting to get the hang of the whole relaxing thing.

Until ... "Mom, Dad, Can you get the sand toys

from way back at the campsite?

I would, but I can't reach it."

You look at one another.

He raises his eyebrow.

You give him a look.

Who will call Not It first?

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