Going Away

Gramma comes and gramma stays. Then Gramma goes away.

But while she’s there, her little ones enjoy their time in play,

But Gramma lives a long ways off, by jet she must arrive,

The trip would take her days to do if ever she did drive!

So at the airport, filled with glee, her family appears,

Collects their Gramma and her gear—least once or twice a year,

Then days are filled with food and fun and games and reading, too,

How those kids wish she could stay. A month, or maybe two,

But soon the days have passed and then, it’s time to take her back,

And leave her at the airport with her suitcase and her pack,

They love it when she comes, but not when she must go away,

And so much time must pass before another ‘rrival day,

One day when they were driving to the airport once again,

To leave their gramma there to wend her way home on the plane,

The youngest child betrayed that, though she knew the where’s and why’s,

She’d missed a little something in the ‘how’ when Gramma flies,

Gramma talked about her car—a problem she had there. 

The child looked surprised, and turned and gave her ‘Gran’ a stare,

Said, “Gran, you have a car? I didn’t know that, not at all!

Why don’t you ever drive it when you make your Gramma calls?”

Mama said, “Why do you think we’re at the airport, Hon…

Collecting Gram when she arrives to join her loving ones?”

The little girl just raised her brows as high as they could get,

“I didn’t know she had a car, I thought she drove a jet!”

 

Each month, Karen of Baking in a Tornado issues a challenge: Write a Poem on a Theme!

We all contribute topics.

And the result is our Monthly Poetry Challenge.

This month’s theme? Go Away

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