Her laughing kids! Was that the phone she heard?
She wakes; the Christmas vision flees her head.
They’re gone - her nest of children! And that bird
who’d built a nest with her has snuck from bed.
He's on the phone. She hears his lowered voice
saying, “Dear, I’m sorry we’re apart.”
She knows the time has come to make the choice-
to stay or go. . . and faster pounds her heart.
She takes two bags she’d packed two weeks ago
and places underneath the tree a note,
the one she wrote the day there came first snow
of winter when she’d run without a coat
and screamed into a night that streamed white tears.
A plane awaits; she leaves her shackling fear.
For Debbie Guzzie's Songs To Poetry; My poem relates to "Leaving on a Jet Plane,"
a favorite song of mine. Except in my poem, the leaving is for a man's deceit, and the woman this time might be returning, but only to get her stuff out of the house!