The Itinerary
A Poem
Grief has a way of pulling us back through old memories. For me, one of the clearest is of sitting in the backseat on summer road trips, holding a copy of my dad’s typed itinerary. Years later, I realize it wasn’t just a plan for the journey — it was a gift of safety and love. This poem is for him.
Oh, this is absolutely beautiful. 💜
I love it! Baloney and a station wagon and an ice chest. It’s so 80s. Even the idea of holding something printed in your hands adds to it being a period piece. A lovely tribute to a father’s love expresses in a specific time and place.