Sunday, May 27, 2007

Thrown Back In

Fingers shaking, insides vibrating
I boarded the plane.

Back to the city.

"Just water, please"
"I mean Ginger Ale"
"No, just water."
Tears in my eyes.

"Are you okay?" 11-B said.
"Yes, It's just hard"
"To fly?"

Then I told her.

Then
she
hugged
me

"I have grand children too"

And I realized that the hardest part of flying
is leaving the ground.

And that the hardest part of leaving

Is Being Left Behind.

2 comments:

Eileen said...

So true and poignant.
My thouhts are with you.

Social Citizen said...

I'm sorry about your Granny J, and I'm extra-sorry I've been so out-of-touch lately. I hope you are doing well, and to catch-up with you soon.