A Flight Attendant.

Blue morning sky with streaks of white.

Metallic cans with engines of might.

Inside are passengers. Some happy. Some scared.

Walking down the aisle are attendants that cared.

One who was scared was a girl of eight.

The attendant of flight explained." I can relate."

She tells her" I’ve done this again and again. "

" I’ll check with you soon. Talk more with you then."

Checks on the light of service that is on.

Takes care of the person. Then she is gone.

Another light came on. It’s a lady of age.

She said, “I feel like I am trapped in a cage.”

Smiles were given. Talked for a minute or two.

Said, "I’ll be back when my rounds are through."

Walks down the aisle. Passes one so rude.

Speaks, “When the hell will I get some food!"

Smiles. "I will be back with the beverage cart”.

She handles rude people as if it’s an art.

Starts the rounds and offers drinks and snacks.

Asked a passenger. Was like he had ears of wax.

Said louder and politely." Anything you need?"

Stared at his phone. Her voice he didn’t heed.

Moves on to giving service to the rest.

Her tool is a smile and a spirit of zest.

Little do people know in times of strife.

That “Sweetie stewardess”, can save your life.

They teach them how to handle many trials.

Also, how to keep order and calm in the aisles.

Service light shines. It’s the one with ears waxed.

He speaks rudely, as her patience is so taxed.

Barked the man, "I want drinks and a snack."

Kindly she says "Yes. I will be right back."

Custom delivery. It’s his drink and snack.

Now she has time for the little girl in the back.

She returns with smiles. The girl is a little less scared.

Talks with her more. Proves to her she really cared.

She remembers she must see the woman of old.

Then a plan came to her. One great and bold.

Asks the girl if she could help with a job for her.

The girl’s parents did wholeheartedly concur.

Held the youth’s hand. Walked to the woman of years.

When she met the girl. Immediately gone were her fears.

The young one told the old one, she was afraid too.

They talked and laughed. Their friendship grew.

The plane was to land. Had to go back to her seat.

The attendant's job made great. And so replete.

Tray tables up. Belts on. Seats straight and erect.

Configured for landing. Flight attendants to perfect.

Touch down. Roll out. Taxi to the gate.

Glad to be down. Passengers could relate.

Saying goodbye to people leaving the plane.

In the end. That young girl did remain.

Walking forwards. The girl said while passing through.

When I grow up. I’ll be a flight attendant just like you.

Kasey Dann.