CELESTIAL FLIGHT POEM

She is not dead, But only flying higher,

Higher than she’s flown before

And earthly limitations will hinder her no more

There is no service ceiling or any fuel range

And there is no anoxia, or need for engine change

Thank God that now her flight can be to heights her eyes had scanned

Where she can race with comets and buzz the rainbow’s span

For she is Universal, like courage, love and hope,

And all free, sweet emotions of vast and Godly scope.

And understand a pilot’s Fate is not the thing she fears,

But rather sadness left behind, your heartbreak and your tears.

So all you loved ones, dry your eyes, yes, it is wrong that you should grieve,

For she would love your courage more,

and she would want you to believe she is not dead.

You should have known that she is only flying higher,

higher than she’s ever flown.

Written by WASP Elizabeth MacKethan Magid in memory of her friend Marie Michell Robinson.  
Marie was killed in the crash of a B-25, she was nineteen years old.