It’s the night before Picasso’s intensive, and there’s so much to do, but sometimes I like to just sit and be. Choosing to rest, on purpose, seems to do a lot of good for me. The poem, “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” came to mind as I was thinking about the night before therapy. I looked up the poem, and had a little fun, in my mind, rewriting it to fit my “night before therapy” evening. I figured I’d go ahead and jot down what I had in mind, because sometimes we just need a little random fun in our lives. However, I did not realize JUST how long the poem actually is. So I just chose a few stanzas to modify, as that was much easier! Without further ado, here is “‘Twas the Night Before Therapy” - a condensed poem. ;-)
“‘Twas the Night Before Therapy”
‘Twas the night before therapy, and all through the house,
The schedule was posted for the kids and the spouse.
The clothes were laid out on the sofa with care,
Knowing that morning soon would be there.
The schedule was posted for the kids and the spouse.
The clothes were laid out on the sofa with care,
Knowing that morning soon would be there.
The children were snuggled and tucked into bed,
With hopes they’d remember all that I said.
As I packed our bags, including his cap,
I silently wished I could take a long nap.
With hopes they’d remember all that I said.
As I packed our bags, including his cap,
I silently wished I could take a long nap.
After sleeping all night, there arose such a clatter,
I jumped out of bed to see what was the matter.
Turned out that the noisy and gigantic crash,
Was just him preparing a bag for the bash.The sunshine might glare on the new-fallen snow,
Necessitating sunglasses while we’re on the go.
When, what to my shaded eyes might appear,
But maybe less traffic than we’ve seen in a year.Being the driver today, on our route I did stick,
I knew I’d get lost if new ways I did pick.
On 476, the traffic was much the same,
I gripped the wheel and called out his name.Picasso! Picasso! See trucks and see cars!
See cycles and vans and police cars with bars!
Down the road we will drive, to our exit with all
Of the many drivers headed toward Granite Run Mall.He gobbled his lunch and did some of his work.
Doing work on the drive is a homeschooling perk!
And using a pencil for poems and prose,
He completed his work and didn’t even doze.
I jumped out of bed to see what was the matter.
Turned out that the noisy and gigantic crash,
Was just him preparing a bag for the bash.The sunshine might glare on the new-fallen snow,
Necessitating sunglasses while we’re on the go.
When, what to my shaded eyes might appear,
But maybe less traffic than we’ve seen in a year.Being the driver today, on our route I did stick,
I knew I’d get lost if new ways I did pick.
On 476, the traffic was much the same,
I gripped the wheel and called out his name.Picasso! Picasso! See trucks and see cars!
See cycles and vans and police cars with bars!
Down the road we will drive, to our exit with all
Of the many drivers headed toward Granite Run Mall.He gobbled his lunch and did some of his work.
Doing work on the drive is a homeschooling perk!
And using a pencil for poems and prose,
He completed his work and didn’t even doze.
We drove steadily, though not as quick as a missile,
And walked into therapy, giving nods and a whistle.
And I heard him exclaim, as he walked down the hall,
“I’m ready for therapy, I’ll give it my all!”
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You’re so creative. I love this poem. I have lived “the night before therapy” (or specialist appointments) many times!
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Well done, I enjoyed reading your poem. Hope the therapy went just as well.
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Bravo! Nicely done!
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All I can say is “wow”! It’s creative, inspiring and heartfelt.
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