She stands in line in socks; her fav'rite shoes,
Slipped off amid goodbyes, be goods, I'll calls,
Now trav'ling in the baggage scanner queues
Among the laptops, belts and carry-alls,
And lagging some behind. She takes her turn,
And steps through by herself, her stocking feet
Somehow a kindergartner's. Her return
Is months away. She waves and smiles, discreet,
Relieved a bit, though just a little sad,
To take her leave again of mom and dad.
This is for Joan H., who went home a little sad from the airport today.


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Thank you.
~r
Lezlie
Rated with hugs
This week is going to be a monster, so I'm starting right in on begging your forebearance, for not responding individually. I'll make it up to you all next week.
Thank you for coming by. I will not mistreat you, and you are NOT being ignored!
Goodnight all. Get more rest than I am about to.