Fly High Angels
This poem holds truth. I wrote this when 3 boys in my community passed away in an airplane crash on January first. I read this poem at 2 of the boys' funerals. One boy was 17, and a junior in high school, another was 17, and a senior in high school, and the oldest boy was 19. The junior in high school was the one driving the plane. I hope you all enjoy this poem.
Part of the plane being removed from where it crashed.
Three young men,
Starting off the new year.
No one would've thought,
It would be their last days here.
Three great boys,
Who were just having fun.
On January first,
Their time here was done.
Fly high, beautiful angels.
Three parents' children,
Thought they'd have so much more.
But within this tragedy,
Their time was cut short.
Three siblings brothers,
Taken away without warning.
Leaving family and friends,
Here on earth in mourning.
Fly high, beautiful angels.
Three lives taken,
It seems so unreal.
The things our minds try to shut out,
Our hearts will always feel.
Three new angels,
In the beautiful heaven above.
Sending their family and friends,
Gifts of undying love.
Fly high, beautiful angels.
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Brook
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