by Jerry Grace

Created on: December 13, 2008

As the geese fly over my head,

I remember not the things I dread.

The unison of their gracious flight,

brings back the memories of one winter night.

For I was once paired up as they,

looking forward with love each and every day.

But once again my body shakes,

brought back to the reality that death does take.

My partner and friend-the children we bore,

died the day they flew out the door.

Their flight was not as beautiful to see,

for someone who is as sensitive as me.

The plane, it shook from every crease,

from that very moment their life did cease.

Not like the geese.........

The spring geese flying over head,

once again remind me of the dead.

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