death..i found a poem in an airport. called death.

i wish i could i could find it..
whoever wrote it was not afraid of death, actually ...was looking forward to death.
she called it.......'the mother calling her child back home."
back to love, no fear. ..
this was in 1992... the world as a different place.
i kept the poem.
i was young then..........now i seem to understand.

i just wonder why our lives have become............about money.
i know the girls name who wrote the poem.
i have tried to locate her. i have this feeling she killed herself.
her notebook, i found... written in pencil.
window to my soul.