55 - postcards from the edge

squinting into the sun
watching planes come in,
he flaps a postcard
against his leg.

how long has it been,
thought he'd never
see her again,
he's waited forever,
on today.

a postcard flutters
to the ground
as they embrace,
figure he doesn't
need it anyway,
when i hear her say,
oh dad, you came...

Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.

Have a great weekend everybody. It's never too late to go home.