The telephone rang.
A sad voice sang,
‘You better come fast,
Before all hope’s past.
The message was brief
It caused you much grief.
Now sitting without you
I’m feeling so blue.
We booked your trip.
With case and equip
You winged your way
To land far away.
You arrived at Mom’s home.
She was not alone.
Your Dad was not well
The Doctor could tell.
I know that you cried
The night you arrived.
To see your Dad so ill,
Was such a bitter pill.
It didn’t take long
To sing a new song
When Dad stood up
Once more he could sup.
Your stay was too short
Good times it brought.
Again, you would fly
Back home in the sky.
