A Travel Poem

Road trips can be very tedious, if, like me, you hate long drives. They are especially sad, when you are ending a visit with someone you love.

May lonely miles be lightly borne
In spite of all you've left behind
Dear ones though from your arms be torn
Held closer now, in heart and mind
Do not despair, be not forlorn
In strangers' faces, you may find
Some transient hope for Easter morn,
And home's peace, journey's sorrows bind