Plane
By Ethan H
A plane that has travelled over the undying oceans below
from a swarming city called Amsterdam, to a shelf in my room.
Ran around and played with, wind passing through the wings and over its body.
Four years of scratches and marks, but it still holds together
because its time is not up.
On it, it says Royal Dutch Airlines, the airline that brought it here along with my grandparents.
It guided them over the oceans from their home to mine.
Then stayed while they had to leave,
just a present at that time, with no meaning
until they left with all their kindness.
Later put on a shelf to collect dust.
Now, as it struggles to stay together, it slowly starts to fade,
waiting to see its buyers again.
