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.

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2 comments:

  1. E. Rivera3:42 PM

    So true and poignant.
    My thouhts are with you.

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  2. Social Citizen4:33 PM

    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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