The Brave

I am four

and a self-proclaimed 

hero of bravery.

The plane whirs in my ears,

loud and incessant and monstrous,

but I sit as soundly as I can.

Solemn and stoic,

is this sugar-stuffed knight.

In this dark blue light,

in this hollow, titanium titan,

I am illuminated in wonder.

Questions ---

questions of a foreign land,

one shrouded in inauspicious mystery,

and unfamiliar faces.

Like a faraway fantasy,

but tangible to the tips of my small, sticky fingers.

the United States of America:

the land of the free,

and apparently, 

the home of the brave.

Yet so unlike the home I am accustomed to,

and so far away from the ones I love.

But just as this hero feels herself falter,

and fall into the mouth of the monster that is her fears,

she is swept up by a warm, wooly embrace,

and rescued by her own hero of bravery:

Dazzling, fearless Mom.