(To Dad )
I got the sad news on my machine...
Mom's voice weak and frail, saying Dad had died last night...
I sat alone in my room, in silence and played the message over and over, still not believing these bad news were real..
I took the plane home and flew south, it was sunset the sky was blue and I thought of Dad,
who was a pilot and how he loved to fly.
Now his soul was soaring the sky, free as comet among the stars...
and there along me in the pink clouds for sure...
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