Airport
A True Story
The airports crowded,
Our minds are shrouded,
Our faces have the look of masks!
And we approach the check-in desks.
Long queues are before us,
As anxious people stand in line,
With many bags and baggage, and lots of fuss,
Snaking forwards by design.
We hear a voice “I’ve come to help you”
The Salvation Army sergeant, our plight, she knew
She takes us to the front of line,
the check-in man does understand
But I.D. and necessary forms are scanned
Then, to the security gates we go.
The SA lady seems to know
The staff on duty, and she explains,
The situation that’s in our veins.
Forward then to the front of line,
To the machine that sees inside us fine.
But it does not see the pain we carry.
As we pass through, and do not parry.
Then to a quite place, where we sit, and wait,
For a flight to call us to the gate.
The call comes soon, with priority we board,
The plane and takes off, sharpe like a sword.
Long journey ahead, in cramped seats we stay,
All the way to Calgary.
Then another wait and another plane,
And then we are off the ground again.
Vancouver City is where we land.
And new friends are there to lend a hand.
We meet another one who hurts,
one who is so close to us,
Tears are shed as we embrace;
there is so much trouble inside of us
We journey then on by car,
Through strange lands to us, and views afar,
Mountains loom in darkness now,
And we travel on with nervous brow.
Our loved one waits in a perfect sleep,
In a home of rest wherein his keep.
In great dignity he lies, much care applied,
And we all broke down and cried.
To Whistler then, with our pain anew,
To a strange home with a different hew.
Sleep does not come and no rest is found,
Events rush in and drive us to the ground.
Early morning and already awake,
The day ahead with a trail to make.
Support floods in, kind people care,
They’ve come help us, and in our grief they share.
They take us to the actual place,
Where our loved one left the human race.
It’s a Beautiful day, and in a snowy dell,
With wonderful views, it’s a place to dwell.
The Sun is shining and it does declare,
Stay in peace; remember me, say a prayer.
This place I loved, is where I rest, my spirit free,
With endless views into eternity.
(2005)
This recalls our actual journey to Canada from Heathrow to Vancouver to join with my Daughter-in-law who has just been widowed after just 8 months of marriage to my son
A very necessary journey where we were to meet some truly wonderful people whose help and affection we could not have been without. We returned a few days later with my sons body and with memories of people we cannot forget
