Parasail

In Florida, the family met

For dinner by the beach.

A parasail came into view,

Which sent the gulls a’screech.

 

My aunt, who’s 94, exclaimed,

“I’d like to take that ride

To celebrate my 95^th,

With someone by my side.”

 

We all cracked up, a funny joke,

But looking at her face,

We weren’t sure – could this be something

That she might embrace?”

 

If so, who’d keep her company?

For none of us would go.

We decided on my sister

Who, not there, could not say no.

 

A lot can happen in a year,

Though surely, without fail,

There’ll be a poem next August

If my aunt does parasail!