Margaret was a lady that I met on a plane.
Can't remember her face
But I remember her name.
She was kind
She was trusting
She blew me away.
I hope I can be as open some day.
She gave me her number
She said I should call
If I ran into any trouble, at all.
We had only just met.
She knew nothing of me.
Yet she showed me such kindness
As we flew over the sea.
My first solo flight,
A new country to roam.
And because I met Margaret
I did not feel alone.
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