Save Me A Good Seat - Poem by Amanda Lukas
I know you're ready to go,
your bags have been packed for years.
I've watched you, twiddling your thumbs,
anxiously awaiting departure.
It's been a long trip, hasn't it?
I hope you got the chance to see all the sights.
Each day spent here has been trying for you,
and I can see that you are homesick
when I look into your eyes.
Sometimes you think you've outstayed your welcome, don't you?
It's hard for me to watch you
while you beg your legs to walk.
And I catch you once-in-a-while,
tears running down your cheeks.
I hate to see you helpless.
You were our rock for so long,
now all but gone.
Have a happy flight, my rock,
my stone, my hero.
We don't want to keep you from home any longer.
I'll see you when I get there,
but for now, save me a good seat?
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