Poem written about Pan Am 103

Yes,
I remember Lockerbie,
the flames that lit the Winter sky
as Pam Am's remnants rained from on high,
not knowing as we watched that night
that 4 loved friends died on that flight.

Yes,
I remember Lockerbie,
the tears we cried, the shock we felt,
and on Christmas Day, more tears of guilt,
that we were there and they were gone,
no more to sing a Christmas song.

Yes,
I remember Lockerbie,
the shock that turned to righteous anger
when we learned that others were warned of danger,
but our friends weren't worthy to protect -
not officers or government diplomats.

Yes,
I remember Lockerbie,
and still it grates within my soul
the pain, their loss a gaping hole,
2 children never to grow old, or be
parents, or their grandkids to see.

Yes,
I remember Lockerbie,
the tolling of that final bell -
their killer freed from his Scottish cell.
Demeaning further those lives lost
his murderous spree now with no cost.

Yes,
I remember Lockerbie,
it's seared forever in my mind
and those of all that were left behind.
The years pass by and still we grieve
We just weren't ready for you to leave.

Yes,
I remember Lockerbie,
As fresh as if was happening now
And stand with others as I vow
to keep your memories and say each year
We loved you Dee, wish you all were still here.