No one could know on a
sunny vacation isle
that tragedy was but
a slip away.
Silenced adoring hearts
are wrapped in grief;
you left so quickly
nothing could be done.
Where are you now
out there in that big blue?
O Jet, may god speed
your journey back home;
the broken hearted have no wings
to fly there with you.
*dedicated with my sincerest condolences to the Travolta Family.
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tragedy-3/
