Three boys, on their way to Havana airport
First time on a plane, not a sign of enjoyment.
Their Mom, she hugs them tightly, each one
A feeling she’ll wait to relive for years to come
What do you say to your boys as they flee off?
Heading to a new country without your parents is a lot.
It’s also a parent’s relief that the kids got out safe.
For the fight for freedom carries the heavy weight of fate.
Lula couldn’t leave until her husband got out
And Tony refused to let communism sprout
Once you left, there was no getting back in
So she, ready to support with help when in need,
While he made the last stand against tyranny
And so three little boys on a KLM plane
on its way to the United States
A chance for freedom, together at least
Quite the feat for boys aged 10, 11, and 13
A family, uprooted. Their community gone
There was some in the states, but its never like home
At least it’s a place where their roots can once again grow
A ton of similar stories in a much different soil
I think of all the sacrifices that they all made
So our family could feel safe here in our new country
Looking back, I think they’d again pay the price that they paid
I also think my grandparents would be sick if they saw what it looks like today