If a Jet Could Cry

Three weeks before Christmas a plane left BC ground,
Took off for Korea, it's roar sounded hell bound.

Up over the mountains and across the sea,
That plane didn't know it took Andrew from me.

The passengers all happy and jolly that day,
Just eager and ready to get on their way.

All wrapped in their thoughts and plans for their stay,
Not many noticed a young man cross the way.

His whole world before him, his family behind
Not one of them wondered what was on his mind.

I didn't know either what visions he could see.
I only wish he was thinking, kindly, of me.

Yes, I'm very selfish, and sometimes vain,
But that I would gladly have ripped him off that damn plane.

So for months I'll curse the planes going that way,
Until I feel he's happy and contended to stay.

Down deep I'm proud of a well traveled man.
They must see all they can of this beautiful land.

It broadens the mind, gives a much broader view.
The small things in life are much easier seen through.

Yes, we all need to travel, on land, air or sea.
If they did, a much better world we might see.
But please don't take my Andrew from me.
(Ruth Klassen, my "Gram", Jan. 17, 2000)