First Flight
The best part was the airport ride,
An unexpected guest -
My grandson joined his dad,
Both sacrificing needed rest.
Before the sunrise, roads were dark
And empty, but that changed
At the airport, which was busy.
(First time back - we were estranged.)
The lines were long, our pre-check failed,
Anxiety was high,
For even after T-Day,
Everybody wants to fly.
I’m buckled in, the flight is full;
They’re serving drinks and snacks.
Though masks are on, I’m all prepared
For panic-stoked attacks.
The map on screen displays our path,
Reminding me of when
We used to fly more often -
I was nervous even then!
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