The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

We drove through six states and saw sights sublime. I wanted to spend a week at each vision. But the highway called and Siri directed us to our destinations. After a fashion at times.

We stopped at three places to visit friends. Each was unique and each was soul filling.

We enjoyed conversations with a couple who knew me as a child. And shared food with those born elsewhere learning English. Mung and my little one spent time on the piano speaking in chords and notes. A language that crossed all barriers and lines.

We enjoyed time with a family who are dear friends. Their oldest and my youngest are fast friends. A bond not seen in boys so young. Mornings of excellent coffee with mommas alone and children quiet. Afternoons of adventure with mommas relishing and children wild. Can’t wait to go back.

One of my closest friends moved to a different state. So, we snuck over and had excellent food. Surpassed only by the closeness of heart we share. The kids filled the time with play and we left too soon.