did her shoulders ache?
did she stare out the window, at the lawn and shade and lightening bugs?
did she wish it felt the way, it used to feel?
was she unsure,
did she question her instincts,
did she think she was doing it, all wrong?
did she grasp at straws;
(were those straws the places we found ourselves
the camper, the trailer, the tent?
were those straws the pool, the parks, the bar-b-ques
were those straws the amusement parks and baseball games?
did she wonder what is fun?
what to do with four children?
she never asked-just said pack, or go, or get in the car!
and we went and it was wonderful
and those were the summers of my growing
and the memories of my childhood
why can’t I do the same?