We’re going off on holiday.
We’re up at half-past four.
Mum wrestles with the cases
as she heaves them out the door.
“It’s good to be on time”, says Nan.
“We mustn’t get there late.”
We cram into the taxi
in a rather tired state.
All along the motorway
they worry, fuss and fret.
Nan double checks the boarding passes.
Mum begins to sweat.
“It’s crucial to be punctual”,
Mum says. Nan nods her head.
“That’s why it was so early
when we all got out of bed.”
We turn up at the airport
with our nerves all shot and frayed.
A sign is up to greet us
when we get there:
FLIGHT DELAYED
