A little poetry for your Monday! Courtesy of Suzin Glickman:
My Father was an Officer in the Air Force.
He was a pilot.
He flew planes in the “Big One”, WWII
He is 96 and a cat with 9 lives.
I am his daughter.
I don’t really want to be a plane – literally,
But, in a poetic sense
If I were a plane
I would be…
(not want to be but would be now)
A War Bird,
As they were gloriously referred to in
“The Big One”
My engines are not firing on all fours
(Not in the sense I am mentally not with it, rather as a result of battle)
Low on fuel;
Through this dark and stormy night
The plane, me, keeps flying
The odds building against it
Additional tactical problems arise
My sleek body is rattled with bullet holes;
Paint dull and chipping
Landing gear not functioning properly
Radio contact with tower spotty
Yet, me, the plane,
intends to accomplish it’s
See it through fruition
The pilot will not bail,
The plane and mission will not fail
Failure, a NASA expression,
Is not an option
This plane will not crash and burn in a Fiery wreck
It will land
With as much grace
As its war torn shell can muster
Beating all odds
Not its final mission
And touch up that can be done
Will be seen to
It will prepare
As best it can
For its next dangerous mission
I want to be the plane
Which despite all expectations otherwise
Stays up in the sky
And keeps flying.
Suzin Glickman May 18, 2013
Suzin Glickman is a former Long Island girl, survivor, professor, lawyer, mother, wife and daughter who found writing and creative expression to be one of the most therapeutic and inspiring ways to cope and heal from her cancer diagnosis. She is pleased to share some of her favorite original poems with the LBBC blog readers. You can find more of her poetry at SuzesMuses.blogspot.com.