Precious Life
we land softly
onto a safe runway
my passengers
should be vacationers
but this Mercy Flight
will save famine victims
doors open to fresh air
a tiny child looks at me
then points to a stilled figure
I raise her body
onto my chest
as light as a rag doll
and hold in tears
of sincere apology
our efforts failed
too late the takeoff
too long a flight
attendants approach
to finalize her journey
I recoil back and wail
“not yet”
the Grim Reaper
proved a little too eager
for this precious life
Copyright(C)EdWoods2011
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