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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