This morn an innocent life was taken
with no fear she fell fast into a sleeping death
leaving only thoughts of what the life might have been.
This afternoon the father became a victim of death
while the plane fell he prayed for his still born child
Leaving only the mother to mourn.
This evening the mother took one last look at life
raised her gun and cried her last tear
Leaving only the memories of what was once happiness.
I wrote this along time ago...but I really like it.
~Jess
