A chill wind blows over the desolate landscape.
The head of the giant bird lies broken, around her, the bodies are strewn like confetti.
Innocents all.
Laughter will never again be heard from their lips,
their voices quiet but seeking acknowledgement.
The wind carries their souls in its mournful wail,
an elegy to the loss of their love
in lives around the world.
December 21st 1988, an infamous day of horrific carnage,
of pain and sorrow.
The guilt of those of us who knew them
as we celebrated Christmas,
the joy went on
but we cried for our loss
and that of our families and friends.
Dee Woods.
Joe Woods.
Jo-Jo and Chelsea.
Names now on a commemorative plaque,
lives ended on a Lockerbie grassland,
memories locked in hearts worldwide.
Angels forever by our side
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