The Woman on the Plane
She sits on the plane,
Rubbing her hands nervously.
She say her on facebook.
She wish she had been there,
Saw their first steps,
But now she is making up for lost time.
The couple's baby next to her is crying,
She tells them "They are so precious at that age",
She thinks
because if your not there you miss who they become.
The woman on the plane,
I think of her even a month after.
Even though I don't know her story,
I came up with my own.
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