Two rucksacks,
One for each.
Four sleeps.
Smellies for you,
smellies for me.
A laminated route,
for you
A laminated map,
for you.
An itinerary,
for you.
I know this journey,
like the back of
my aging hands.
Two hands free,
for you.
the train will stop,
three trains,
not a race,
the underground…
oh the underground.
One rucksack,
Favorite clothes
full bodied for
the anxiety…
baby, I know.
A nine year old teddy,
a unicorn teddy
and a full sized tiger
monopoly, without the
Pens, paper, books.
Kisses and cuddles.
Two rucksacks,
I’ll go without,
just clean undies
and PJs,
there’s room in my bag,
bring what you need.
Baby, bring what you

Karen Hayward ©2016.

Taking my gal to visit Grandad today, by train, alone, for the first time since she was a baby, two bags only so my hands are free for her. Two bags and I’m pretty sure she’s bringing her entire bedroom. Her anxiety is up, way up. Her SPD is triggered she’s a bundle of nerves…she’s gonna do just fine….cos she has all those teddies..right lol especially that huge full size tiger!!!


Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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