This mom needs a vacation from her vacation suitcase!
Curse you, Vacation Suitcase,
lying on my bedroom floor.
Can't you unpack yourself
and plague me nevermore?
We had a lovely getaway
when we escaped our humdrum town.
But we're back at home these days;
now your presence brings me down.
Whose job is it to empty you?
Who will finally put you away?
Am I the only one who sees you?
Apparently. And that is so not OK.
I know I'm the one who stuffed you
since husband can't remember how.
Now I also have to undo it all?
This I simply cannot allow.
So I will quietly ignore the
big black menace in my room.
That cursed rolling storm cloud.
A daily harbinger of gloom.
How many days has it been
since the family came back home?
One week? Nope. How 'bout ten.
(How embarrassing is this poem?)
"My navy pin-striped shirt," he asks,
"where can it possibly be?"
I know, but shrug my shoulders.
His avoidance is killing me.
Oh no. Oh crap. Oh damn!
Cleaning lady comes in the morn.
Leave it there or pick it up?
Disgrace? Defeat? I'm torn.
You know how this will end.
The suitcase and I had been at war:
But as with most unpleasant things at home
it too became my chore.
|Karyn Bryant is a television personality who's hosted shows on networks such as CNN, TNT, VH1, and MTV. She's currently a reporter for Showtime Championship Boxing and CBS' Saturday Night Fights, and the EVP/Director of MMAheat.com, an online destination for fans of MMA and pop culture. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and daughter.|