“Mom’s not coming home.”

“Why?”

“Come here.”

 

Two buildings on the verge of collapse 

A Fire’s bloody vengeance-- 

Siren sounds, crying babies

and why are people jumping off

Holding hands?

Sad, sad sight 

But I know Mom’s strong 

and she’ll be alright!

Dad falls to his knees

grown men shouldn’t cry

He picks up his phone

Listening quietly.

He nods and nods

Promising things 

“I love you so much,” he says. 

 

Debris flies into the air.

He gets to his feet

Tears subsiding

Asking me to never forget

So I look at the clock.

9:03  

 

9/11/2001