One, two, and many planes flew past last night

With each flight, a flickering cautionary light

To LaGuardia and out, I watched them fly by

As my eyes journeyed from the river to the floodlit sky

Of the sleepless city where the news found me

On a horrible morn, that wrecked my glee!

Last night, ma, I sat on the balcony

Reliving that morning in biting agony

I longed to fly again like I did this day, but a day before

So I could be with you for a moment more

Like the planes, a year on wings has thus flown past

Since this day when you breathed your last

Nay, it wasn’t your last; in your love, your breath does last