Faye Sizemore

FLIGHT FROM SAIGON

On that plane from Saigon
… sleeping innocents
and crying children
flying away from war’s terrors
escaping Vietnam’s horrors
… bombs on the ground
and bullets flying around
Your families left there…
maybe alive or dead
Your fate was read…
you children… who left in the air
flown out by those who did care
I have always wondered… little ones…
over the years… how did you fare…