Mother to Daughter
Inspired by Langston Hughes
Texts, phone calls, visits, Daughter, I’ll say
My life hasn’t been a nonstop in first class
There’ve been layovers
And re-directs, detours,
Cancellations,
And crisscrossing the country in
Coach.
But all the time
I’ve loved the cloudscapes
Collecting air miles
Seeing things sharper
But sometimes getting lost
With no one meeting me at the gate.
So, woman, don’t you let up
Don’t let your big heart behind that wing fail
Because the flight’s bumpy and hurts like hell
Don’t you order cocktails or despair
For I’m still flying
I’m still loving clouds and you
And my life hasn’t been a nonstop in first class.
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