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!