It's Our Time Now Poem by Dianna Nally

Our children are blossoming into real adults
We'll have so much time on our hands.
I can't imagine what we could do
Maybe travel to foreign lands.

No, I'm not really eager to go to strange places
where we don't speak the language they speak.
Or eat their food, or drink the water,
And end up sick and in bed for a week.

It would be great to have a trailer
and explore our own country.
Take a vacation, just you and me.




But what if the kids need our help
and can't track us down?
I could never forgive myself is something happened
while we were out of town.

Oh, I bet I know what your thinking right now.
'My god they're grown and on their own.'
And you will probably go as far as to say
we could always call them on the phone.

Well I guess your right, I'm just worrying for nothing
And a vacation would do us both good.
I guess it's time to act my age, and cut the apron strings
As all mothers should.

So now that you've gotten me to agree to go
on, and enjoy our time together
It's gotten cold outside, and the roads are frozen
Guess we'll have to stay home because of the bad weather.

Dianna Nally
2007