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Sep. 11th

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A young boy awoke,
To a lit candle by his bed,
He looked at his father's picture,
And talked to him, even though he knew he was dead,
He died in the towers,
Five years ago,
When terrorist felt it was a good idea,
To attack the American people,
The boy stared at his hands,
Then got out of his bed,
Walked to his mother's room,
And tapped on her head,
She was already awake,
Endless tears in her eyes,
As she looked at the American Flag,
With thoughts of her husband in her mind,
She looked at her son,
And she smiled at his face,
She kissed his head,
Even though sadness was the case,
They both ate breakfast,
With a grim silence in the air,
The boy even made a bowl of cereal for his dad,
Even though he wasn't there,
They lit more candles,
For the places that were bombed,
And the boyplaced his father,
Between him and his mom,
They prayed for a while,
Tears rolled from their eyes,
But they knew in their minds,
That he was still alive,
He was a hero,
He gave up his life,
To save a man falling,
From the tower's heights,
He gave the men courage,
To move along,
So they wouldn't be hurt,
Or else, gone,
As the last man got away,
The towers collapsed,
The little boy's father,
Was caught in the steel trap,
As the boy and his mother,
Rose form their knees,
They let their tears roll,
From their eyes to their feet,
The boy gave a glance,
To his father again,
And ran outside,
To salute with other men,
Noone's eyes were dry,
But to the skies they glared,
And by every crying eye,
The hand of a lost loved one was there.
Today's Sep. 11 and everyone feels all sad and stuff, so I felt like making a poem to go with today.....didn't want to seem disrespectful to anybody who lost a loved one in the atks 5 years ago....
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