The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Grandpa's Air Port Shuttle

Maja, Noah and little Luke
all excited and looking so cute
with Mommy, Daddy and the rest of the clan
we grab the bags and pile into the van.

We leave the house just before dawn
Grandma stays back as we move on
on to the airport we’ve said our goodbyes
it’s just a vacation but I’ll miss these guys. 

kids and luggage pile out at the curb
“You’ll have to move your van sir!”is all I heard
but I was in the moment missing  them already
being grandpa I smile and  keep myself steady

I’m just not ready to part with them yet
I need more time before they board that jet
“Sir you’ll have to move your van now!”
But I want more time with my kids some how.

Still I smile and wave and pull away.
I’ll see them again a week from Sunday 
----We miss you guys---
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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