Travel Poems: Flight with mom

Mom wanted me to visit her home. So we would travel.

I could not sleep. So I waited in the dark.

Anticipating the brightness of the airport. Overhearing grown folk talk about tickets.

Our flight leaves at 9. We were ready by 5. Bags packed. Shoes laced. Face washed.

Mom had gifts for her mama. Packed.

Mom wanted me to visit her home. So we would travel.

The security officer named Jason asked, Where to?

I said Mama’s home

He said safe travels. I held her hand tightly.

I took my shoes off. My mom hated removing her shoes.

We would wait for hours until ushered into the plane.

My first flight. My first trip. My first look out the window.

We ate snacks from the apartment. We told stories. I tried my best to not kick chairs.

She kissed my cheek and held my hand

We would land. I would hug her for safety.

Ready for my mama’s home.

Jeff Dess is an editor for DETOUR, an award-winning educator, best-selling author and notable public speaker who specializes in the areas of Learning and Development and culturally responsive education. As a public speaker and facilitator Jeff has reached over 100,000 learners. Jeff is an author of six books. We Wear Kicks to Works is an Amazon best-seller, which further explores the intersection of pop culture, leadership, and education.

This story was originally published May 11, 2023 at 12:40 PM with the headline "Travel Poems: Flight with mom."