(a lullaby at 35,000 feet)
Tell me I’m pretty, then leave again
Tiny stars blink in the velvet sky
While I tuck my tears in a lullaby
Sparkles stitched in my uniform skin
But inside, a girl keeps whisperin’
She says, “I miss the mud, the messy hair
The wind that danced me everywhere.”
Blue eyes crying in the cabin light
Little girl lost in a grown-up flight
I pour dreams like apple juice
But none of them are mine to use
So many faces, none feel right
Just strangers speaking through the night
And I pretend, but deep inside
The child in me still tries to hide
Tray tables up, hearts folded shut
They smile like puzzles I can’t cut
I float the aisle like a ghost in pearls
But I was once a dandelion girl
With jelly shoes and scabby knees
Now I serve love with plastic cheese
Their secrets spill like soda fizz
But no one asks me who I miss
Blue eyes crying in the cabin light
Sky full of stars, soul out of sight
They kiss me quick, then disappear
Like clouds that whisper in my ear
“You’re not a story, just a flight”
But I was magic once I might
Still be that girl with spark inside
If I could just unzip this pride
I want to run through sprinklers, not these gates
Trade this cart for roller skates
Scribble hearts on windowpanes
Not watch them melt mid-air again
Blue eyes crying in the cabin light
Calling out through silent night
Between the clinks and stranger things
The child in me still softly sings
“Come find me in the overhead bin
I’m hiding just beneath your skin”
And though I smile and serve and spin…
I miss the girl I’ve always been
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