HURRY

This morning I got up, woke the kids up, ironed clothes, checked emails, made some over due phone calls, had breakfast and headed out the door with the gang in tow. It wasn't until we were in the car and seat belts fastened until I felt that I could stop and breathe. Do we all go about life in a hurry?

Hurry

by Marie Howe

We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store

and the gas station and the green market and

Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,

as she runs along two or three steps behind me

her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.

Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?

To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?

Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her,

Honey I'm sorry I keep saying Hurry—

you walk ahead of me. You be the mother.

And, Hurry up, she says, over her shoulder, looking

back at me, laughing. Hurry up now darling, she says,

hurry, hurry, taking the house keys from my hands.