On Sunday, I spent a good part of my afternoon watching my son during his flying lesson. While it allows me to hug him and chat with him for a bit, the best part is watching my 21-year-old "little" boy do something he loves. I said "little" because when he is at the airport he is like a little kid in a candy shop. I decided to write a playful limerick (definitely not a strength of mine) because of the pure joy that emanates from him when he is at the airport.
There once was a boy named Cam
and flying a plane was his jam
his flight check was stellar
so he could start the propeller
and ace the pilot program
I am excited to be participating in the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Challenge.
Oh my, this is fabulous! Lucky you, lucky Cam! Such a great experience, to watch your adult son live out a dream. Love the limerick, especially 'stellar' and 'propeller' as rhymes! Delightful.
ReplyDeleteWhat fun to be flying! Must be nice to be able to spend that time with him! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteThis is a very cute limerick! How nice that you can be so supportive and get to see him doing something he loves so much.
ReplyDeleteThis is super cute. I love the poem, and I also relate to how Cam's still your little boy, when he's playing with his plane or doing anything else.
ReplyDeleteHow exciting is this!? Amazing. Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteHeather, this is a perfect limerick about Cam. I love this.
ReplyDeleteI love your limerick! I would be so nervous watching this!
ReplyDeleteThe limerick is a fun spin on what could be a sentimental post! It echoes the fun he must be having when he is in flight.
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