Flight To Be Here

Flight To Be Here

© 2002 by Bud Lemire

I went to sleep, in the dark of the morning light

While my love, she took a “To Be Here” flight

Through screaming children and a storm, because the sky wasn't clear

Because she knew, that her love belonged with me here

She listened to my voice on tape, on her way

And loved all the words, that I had to say

She called me from her first stop, with a good morning hello

I was so happy to hear her voice, because I loved her so

I occupied myself, until that time would arrive

My sister showed up early, she was going to drive

We went to a Floral Shop, to get five roses there

Then to the airport, to see if she was down from air

We waited until it was closer, to the time her plane would land

As we walked inside, before us she did stand

She gave me a strong hug, and she would not let me go

I was tightly pressed to her, from my head to toe

Then we were driven back, to where we both would stay

And soon we held each other, upon the bed on this day

Later we took a walk, to where the city band played at the park

Sailing boats and sunset skies, brought us home before dark

This is about when Wanda came to meet me for the first time.

For me it was something new, something exciting.