Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #235
My Stomach by Belinda Roddie My stomach was in knots as I boarded the plane to Portugal. My family had said goodbye and planted me with red and soggy kisses as I took my leave of them. I landed in Lisbon and found myself hearing words I didn't yet know, yet I would grow familiar with. A pound or so of fear weighed on me. "Here I go," I thought to myself, walking down the ramp and seeing my girlfriend holding a sign her brown face lit with a huge smile. I clamped down on my suitcase handle. She was mine at last - our first encounter in a land I would grow to love, while holding her hand.