I remember those moments well;
Driving to the airport that day,
Hearing those news bulletins tell
Of a jet crash on a runway.
My heart and head began to pound.
I prayed to God to let Jill's plane
Be safely landed on the ground.
My world turned into fear and pain.
Oh how I longed to see my wife,
Clinging to hope that soon we'd meet;
And she would be back in my life.
I glanced at the passenger seat.
Jill smiled at me and called my name,
Then vanished in a whirl of flame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem