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Maiden Flight

 Maiden Flight


The fear took hold, my heart a drum,

A pounding echo, silent and numb,

The skyline loomed, a distant sum,

And I hesitated, almost undone.


Memories surfaced, childhood’s play,

Kids at Manchester, running free,

Ambassadors for the school’s own way,

In plain clothes, just you and me.


The travelators, swift and cold,

A moving floor I dared not meet,

A trembling step, a story told,

Of fears I’d never admit or greet.


Not of the plane, nor crash’s fate,

But of the unknown, the great abyss,

A leap of faith, a fragile state,

Into the sky’s vast, endless kiss.


Assisted, wheeled through crowds unseen,

Past strangers’ eyes that did not care,

I’d pushed you there, in every scene,

Now I am in the wheelchair’s chair.


Boarding the metal bird so high,

A little cramp, a nervous breath,

A kind voice calms the anxious cry,

A gentle touch amidst the death.


Engines roar, the runway’s race,

And then we lift, into the blue,

The Alps like sugared icing place,

A breathtaking, fleeting view.


Across Corsica, Italy’s grace,

A world unfolding in my sight,

A journey’s wonder, time and space,

A fleeting dream, a flight of light.


You’re gone in spirit, but I see,

The sky, the mountains, the endless blue,

And wish you were right next to me—

To share this view, this moment true.

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