9/11

I was playing with my tinker toys,

happy as could be,

not knowing the pain

my mother was facing.

I toddled into the living room.

“Mommy, why are you crying?”

Mom’s face was red, drenched with tears.

“It’s nothing, honey–why don’t you watch a movie”

She led me into the family room,

and I watched The Jungle Book.

I sat blissfully on the couch,

enjoying the movie.

I had no way of knowing

the danger.

 

Now I am 11,

and old enough to understand

what happened

on 9/11/2001,

and I  pray

for my cousin,

who was simply at the right place

at the wrong time.

 

Rest in peace, Tommy

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