A Poem from my Travels in England: The Gap
April 14, 1995, just 10 days after my baby girl turned 3 years old, I departed from Raleigh Durham International Airport for two months in Great Britain. It was a chance of a lifetime. I was 28 years old, finally finishing my undergraduate degree at UNC-CH, the recipient of the The Frances L. Phillips Travel Scholarship.
My marriage was in big trouble, for lots of reasons, not the least of which was adapting to life with a child. Our marriage counselor encouraged me to make this trip without my daughter, to give my husband a chance to bond with her without my interference. That part worked. He is a wonderful father, and we now have a good, solid co-parenting relationship.
Following is a poem I wrote during my travels.
An unbridgeable gap
Eroding our relationship
Sent me across the ocean
For some space.
But England has none,
Hedges and walls beg privacy,
Bathtubs are too narrow for comfort
And the trains and the tube
Rumble from point to point
No place too remote
And at the end of each trip
I'm told, "mind the gap."
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