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