The Trip was planned to finish "Our Life's Song".
Our time spent apart had been way to long.
Friday March second, it was Tai's birthday,
The air was cold and the sky was so gray.
Pittsburgh International is where it would start.
All of my bags packed as I followed my heart.
My first flight cancelled cause of weather ahead.
Nothing I could do, so I sat there and read.
Two hours later we squeezed, boarding our flight.
We sat on the runway it seemed half of the night.
The eventual takeoff was nice and smooth.
The plane was so cramped no one could move.
One and a half hours to Chicago we would go.
Flying into a blizzard full of ice and snow.
Coming in for the landing we held onto our seats.
Our hearts going crazy with thousands of beats.
The plane was going in every way but straight.
Wings now flexing we could do nothing but wait.
We slammed to the runway and skidded to a stop.
My stomach now churning and wishing it would drop.
We all left the plane with sweat on our brows,
scrambling to the places we needed to be now!
I was in terminal two, needed terminal five.
Would be fifteen minutes before I would arrive.
The man at the counter was all smiles and polite.
As he told me what I knew, I had missed my flight.
I was booked to the next flight, Sunday it would be.
Tai's party now ruined and now where to sleep for me.
I made some phone calls trying to figure what to do.
I wouldn't sleep in the airport was all that I knew.
I found my way outside and hailed a cab to me.
Told him a pillow and blanket was all I would need.
Many miles from the airport I would spend these two nights.
The cabbie driving the distance as I dreamed through city lights.
The motel was old, but it was suprisingly clean.
The bed that was supplied I think was a queen.
I fooled myself thinking I would be able to sleep.
Sitting my face in my hands as I started to weep.
Why am I here in this room instead of my new home?
Hugging my fiance`and daughter, instead I'm alone.
I decided to go out and find something to eat.
I found a nice pub and I slid into a seat.
On tap they had Stella, it's Belgian I think.
On my last trip to London, it's what I did drink.
He poared me a pint and then served it to me.
Closed eyes as I drank, visions of home I would see.
I thought it not good to sit and just brood,
but found it quite hard to break this mood.
Paid two nights to stay, never got any rest.
No sleep till I get there is what I would guess.
Finally boarding my flight, it took off right on time.
The mood was much calmer as we continued to climb.
Was eight and a half hours and I still got no rest,
but feeling much better and not quite so stressed.
The landing at Heathrow was smooth as pie,
and finding myself on an emotional high.
Ran through the airport, immigration I would go,
me hugging my my girls was all I wanted to know.
Walking up to the agent with my passport in hand,
going through just like last time as quick as I can!
He asked what would be the length of my stay?
I said "three to four weeks give or take a day".
With a puzzled look he asked for proof of a return flight,
I could see his mood change, something was not right.
He took me to an area and said "Wait here for me"
"There is supervisor that I must go and see".
soon I hope to have part two completed...
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