Plane
The Plane
Let's jump ahead of Squeaks and mice,
The topic being tears --
I have three boys myself, so, what --
We're talking thirty years?
A lot has happened since that day
The circus came to town …
I'm living on the West Coast now.
Oh yeah, a lot's gone down!
I'm flying back to get some things.
The marriage can't be fixed.
The flight to Dulles takes five hours.
My feelings? They're quite mixed …
In one regard, I'm moving on.
We both agree it's due.
But all my kids are staying there.
There's nothing I can do --
I feel the stinging in my eyes.
My cheeks, no doubt, are red.
I've got a window seat -- that's good.
This trip is full of dread.
I realize the likelihood
Of "Watching Scotty grow" --
DJ and Pete and Christopher,
I'll likely never know …
The tears grow into sobbing --
Shamelessly while on that flight.
The last time that I'd see my kids
Is probably tonight …
I'm sure I'll see them after that,
But not like I'm their dad --
More like a grandpa, uncle, friend --
And that just seems so sad!
We hug and kiss and play some games.
They know that I can't stay.
We promise to both call and write --
They know I'm going away.
But that's the way it is sometimes.
Sometimes the cards are dealt.
Too late to change the dam or bridge …
At least that's how I felt.
Of all the times I cried before,
That plane ride was the worst.
The waters underneath that bridge,
Behind that dam just burst …
So now it's 'specially comforting
To deal with all three boys --
Who now are men with fam'lies who
Shop for
their kids' toys!