On the Way
My son and my grandson are up in the air
On the way to a tropical isle.
In an hour or so, they’ll be at their hotel,
Where the family has been for a while.
Sickness caused a delay, so they missed a short time,
But the rest of the week should be fun,
Though like many vacations, the ending will come
When it seems like the trip’s just begun.
Yet right now, I’m aware, as I’m usually not,
Of my son and my grandson’s locale,
Though there’s no way to know, as I usually don’t,
Of the state of their current morale.
Still, I’m happy to know they’re together and safe,
Since the start of their week’s overdue,
But whatever they see and wherever they go
Once they land, I will not have a clue.
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