Grandness of size
Heart overflowing
Dreams of the moon
And the stars
Infinite calculations
Of future possibilities
Held in place by tradition
Fighting through gravity
Trying to break free
While falling apart
Looking back at your world
So small from a distance
Pulling at you still
Afraid to let go
As you explore
Endless opportunities
Hoping to return
To return the a welcome embrace
No worse for wear
I guess growing up is
Rocket science.
This trip was a such a whirlwind, but I knew when we got to Houston that I wanted to take mom to NASA. To watch her stand in front of this rocket and look so small was worth it. I think a lot about growing up and how sometimes it’s a miracle that some of us survive and thrive, like magic. I can only imagine that space travel feels like another sort of magic.
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