On Board
Masks are rare but not so coughs,
Yet here we are on board.
Hope that for our travels,
Sickness isn’t the reward.
Made it to the airport early -
5 a.m., a blur,
Our grandson coming for the ride.
(His dad was our chauffeur.)
Heading south to visit kin;
It’s nearly been a year,
But masked and boostered, here we go
‘Fore chances disappear.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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