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Lisa starred as Wednesday Addams in "The Addams Family".When I say she was talented, I'm sure that people will agree.She also starred in "Fantasy Island", "Barnaby Jones" and "As The World Turns".
What I'm saying about you isn't hard for others to understand.You were my mother and until March of 2013, I was a lucky man.But you died on March the 6th of 2013 and I ran out of luck.
Cowardly terrorists caused many people a great deal of sorrow.On September 11, 2001, 2,996 people would have no tomorrow.Many people died because a few planes were hijacked.
It has been 20 years since the towers fell. Two decades to mourn
Two decades to heal,
But the scars run just as deep as they did twenty years prior.
Just as deep as the wounds that bleed into our streets
Saint Agnes is what my mom should be called.When she died, I was both saddened and appalled.I admire women homemakers more than women who work because Mom was a homemaker.
As a New Yorker, it was a usual day as the rest.
Meeting with clients, and ordering calls was all he had to stress.
Mr. Dittmar did not expect the worst attack to come
Today won’t you hold him tightTell him he is not aloneTell him he is man enough, he is handsome, he is strong
Here she hobbled slowly
With pain in every step,
And there she’s dancing gracefully
But I hurt, because she left.
Here her hands were wrinkled,
Her hair thinning and white,
The reaper came to the field that day,
For there were twenty million souls to pay.
Trapped liked rats in a cage,
We came out of the trenches with rage.
Seeing this young idol
Casted down
Stricken from his own existence is exhausting
It's as if I see it too much.
"I've seen him before!"
I'd say, and you'd the both.
A lone girl holds her mother’s hand
“What are they doing? We have done nothing wrong.”
The next things her mother said
were sung in a lullaby song--
Silent Ones
When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold,
And the rain comes down, fold on fold,
It has been fifteen years
Since that dark and gloomy day
We as a nation were attacked
Nothing but total turmoil in every way
Thousands sadly lost their lives
There were painful hearts
Help!-One building then another.An Inferno blazing like the Sun,as a Cloud of darkness engulfs the city.
Let me tell you about the best year of the 20th Century, a year that was great.It was the year when my mom was born and that year was 1948.That was the greatest year of the 20th Century, that's how I feel.
The breeze blowing,
The birds singing,
The crickets chirping,
All of it reminds me of you.
On The Vietnam Memorial
Strung across slabs
Of black granite,
I wonder what stories.
They might tell?
Of their Dreams.
And their Fears.
~ Ricardo
A year and a half ago, Mom went to be with the Lord.She entered the Pearly Gates, Heaven is her reward.She was born in 1948 and died sixty-four and a half years later.
Life
Like colored butterflies
flies by across the sky
as you look out the window
driving by
Life
It ends so quick
Life
is only lived once
Dirt that hides itself underneath fingernails.Dry, cracked skin tells a hero's story.Years of hard work leave a calloused palmFirmly hangs on to pride and glory.
A dark room, hushed and enraptured
By poetry.
Poetry, the life blood and first love of this City.
My City. My Home.
You are recording these words,
Round curls and shiny locks
In gold, red, and brown
Bounce on their foreheads
As they skip and run through the halls.
