My Irrational Fear

It’s been a long, bleak day.

Winter stays to long,

with its cold and snow.

Tonight, we pack up the babies,

their stroller, their stuff

(so much baby stuff)

into the car,

even though we know

it’s too late already.

We go to the mall

that is warm and full of distractions.

But the babies are too tired,

too fussy,

and the screaming begins.

We ‘stroll’ once around

then give up.

Daddy goes for the car

as I stand at the doors,

with the babies, their stroller, and their stuff

(so much baby stuff)

pushing little fists and feet

into snow suits.

Utterly defeated,

I wait.

The car doesn’t appear.

As I rifle through all the baby stuff

I realize

I never brought MY stuff:

cell phone, money, cards, keys.

Looking out into the dark

I wonder,

what if

he

   just

      kept

         driving….

My babies are grown now, and my dear husband never drove off and left us.  He never would.  But I can remember many times being in that situation and having that wild, irrational thought pop into my head.  What if he just kept driving...
For PAD and NaPoWriMo day 15.