Come fly with me...

It was to be heaven

First time in twelve years

A holiday

With out her mother along

Those jokes you hear

Of in laws from hell

She’s the one they’re based on

So it was to be heaven

A flight Holidays’ first leg

Boston to LA

Soaring skyward

Skimming heaven

.

But what’s this?

Crazy’s with guns

And one with a knife

He’s stabbed our hostess

An example has died

We sit in stunned silence

A detour to New York…?

This doesn’t look good

It was to be heaven

And now

How I wish

Her mother was along…