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Firday-Night Flight
All week — indeed for a fortnight, really — We've awaited the will-they-ever-get-here arrival of Savvy and Parker, From the farthest western reaches of Across the Country.
Now, it's eleven later-than-late o'clock, in this empty airport, And we're still waiting, with excitement bordering on exhaustion (At least for me, if not their indefatigable grandmother).
Having known, for five hours, that their flight's been delayed (Something about a crew-change confusion at LAX), We've done everything under the set sun, to hurry laggard time.
We got to the restaurant earlier than our reservation expected, Expanded our conversation, to include real-life fantasies Capable of translating our plans for the kids' next nine days
Into something better than the voyages of Marco Polo and Gulliver, Travels to Narnia, Samarkand, and La Mancha, Magic-carpet rides to exotic Arabia and ancient Canaan.
Despite having endured a will-it-ever-end school day And an are-we-there-yet plane ride over mountains, through clouds, These children, when they enter our never-let-go embraces,
Will skip across the glittering bridge, to our private island, In the provinces of Unadulterated Wonderment and Unconditional Love, Where only the young, carefree, curious, and creative thrive.
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