Flying High - Poem by Kailee Falvo
*beep beep beep*
as Jeremy rolls over to turn off
his screaming alarm, he sees the sun.
It's 6: 30 a.m on a Tuesday.
'What a beautiful day' he says to himself.
It's a gorgeous autumn morning
and Jeremy has to go on a business trip
over to San Francisco,
he had to be over to the airport by 8.
By about 7, Jeremy had showered
and was going down to have breakfast
with his wife and two kids; Colleen and Max.
By 7, no one knew this day would go down for eternity
and scar the lives of many.
Jeremy ate his meal and read the newspaper,
the top read the infamous date:
'Tuesday, September 11,2001'
'Daddy can I see your ticket? '
his blue eyed daughter asked him
'Of course, but daddy needs that back.'
7: 15 rolled around and Jeremy's limo
had arrived to pick him up.
As Jeremy kissed and hug both his kids
and his wife, he said to them
'I'll see you all on Thursday'.
Once the business man arrived at the airport, it was 7: 30
Jeremy was right on time, as usual.
As the gates opened up and airline workers
called over the intercom:
'United Airlines, flight 93, from Newark to
San Francisco will be boarding now.'
and right there and then, Jeremy remembers something that saved his life that day.
Jeremy's ticket was on the kitchen counter where his
beautiful daughter had been looking at it.
'This is the last call for passengers for flight 93' the intercom mocked Jeremy.
At 8: 25 Jeremy called a cab, and called his boss
and told him about the mix up
and his boss said it was going to cost him.
Little did his boss know, it could of cost him his life.
The cab pulled into Jeremy's driveway
at 8: 42, right when the plane took off.
Jeremy told his wife about the mix up
and the family sat on the couch and turned on the news.
As Jeremy saw the plane he was supposed to be on
shoot to the ground, he knew that he had been saved.
If at 7 o'clock when his daughter asked him
to see his death wish ticket, if Jeremy had said no
or even simply remembered to grab that ticket,
he would of been flying high into the heavens
and then it would have cost him, just like boss said.
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