A New Year’s Purpose
At the start of the New Year,
My purpose is clear –
To fly a mighty jet through skies of blue,
I toss and turn as a storm approaches
I’m up and I’m down and sideways too.
But my struggle is a test
And my training prevails.
Once again all is calm
As I race through the skies
To a faraway home, where my heart and soul lie.
But as I look at my soft, comfy bed,
I still dream of blue skies waiting for me.
There are no boundaries in that vast space
And my plane and I are flying free.
(dedicated to Kyle by Joan)