On a poem (a la 5 year old Josie living today)

A poem (a la 5 year old Josie living today):

I am exhausted.

I am about to pass out.

It is 11:17 PM and I just ate dinner.

Dinner was just purchased in fully prepared form at a grocery store.  Nothing else was open.

I packed my entire life into a truck today.

I watched my father pack my entire life into a truck today

I drove 500 miles.

I drove 500 miles with my mother in the car.

My mother rants.

My mother tells great stories.

Trucks are evil.

Beds are good.

I will sleep.

Keep on thinking,
Josie