I wrote this poem in February of 2006 when my mother in law passed away suddenly. I knew for a short time but she was one of the most gracious and kindest individuals I ever met.
She flew one afternoon without warning
To a place unknown
Why did she have to fly?
Was it really her time?
And now everyone left behind
has puddles dripping from their eyes
Why did she have to fly?
Was it really her time?
Regrets and remorse
Have become our two worlds
Why did she have to fly?
Was it really her time?
No fancy words could ever express
How it feels to lose your best
Why did she have to fly?
Was it really her time?