It's just a plane ride,
momma would say,
Leaving our country to go far away,
Friends family with beating hearts at play,
Leaving them all behind in Hope of a new day,
But as I stood frozen in fear,
The large plane drawing near,
A realization hit me as we reached the brink,
No time to grab anything let alone think,
Of all the tears and fears I left all behind without something to remember them by,
So down on the tarmack I grabbed a bunch,
Of tiny pebbles, to remember the lunch,
With Grandma on Sundays and bright starlit skies, with dancing fires and tiny fireflies,
The plane moved and then it flew,
My mind racing too,
As we landed a decision was made,
I left the rocks on the seat to remind those who had paid,
That home is something that is made,
That in your heart it stays, not in your hand,
After all...
It's just a plane ride,
Momma would say,
The promised Land is not where you stay,
It's where your heart lay,
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