A Poem For 9-11 by me

A little boy
he'll say he's fine
he'll say its nothing, really
but if you knew what happened
six years ago, today
you'd know he's hiding something,
something he needs to say

Six years ago he ran along,
with the happy children
he skipped, he played,
like anyone else
but he didn't know the dangers

That very afternoon he ran
into his comfy home
from a odd little day
at school
the teachers were scared,
their voices shook
but he never bothered
to ask why



He awaited a hug, from his mommy dear
but he saw a sad daddy instead
and instantly,
from seeing his face,
he knew
his mommy
was dead.