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:
So true and poignant.
My thouhts are with you.
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.
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