Six minutes of anguish, of prayer and plea,
Doomed flight 111 plunged into the sea.
Thunderous sounds could be heard far and near,
No survivors in sight, their suspected fear.
The rescuers came from all walks of life,
Tirelessly searching each day and night.
Some of the findings, too much to endure,
A piece of clothing, a toy washed ashore.
Relatives and friends were bussed in droves,
To picturesque and serene Peggys Cove.
Clinging to each other, numbed by the shock,
Tears flowing freely on barren rock.
As all of us share in the loss and their grief,
Services were held, and some laid wreaths.
Fishermens nets on the deep ocean floor,
Feared what the next trip might have in store.
Treasured memories, in time, will heal the pain,
If they know that their loved ones did not die in vain.
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