I look up to the clouds and

See your smiling face,

I remember you so well and

All your flying grace. 

For we were young happy

And the flying was so great.

It was that common love we

Shared that sealed our bond

And fate. 

In all our days of Tiger flights,

We circled the world and saw its sights.

God bless your gentle folded wings,

I will always remember these treasured things.

by Pat Johnson Bliss