The Twin Towers Disaster Or a True Friend Part 2

Touching my hand was a wet doggy. Whatever my fate was going to be, My dog, my hero would be with me, If he was in terror it did not show, I was the weak one that I know. With agile body and eyes that could see He swiftly, surely guided me, Masonry was flying through the air, Debris was scattered everywhere. Down those stairs we fairly flew, Now sparks and flames shooting everywhere, We survived somehow, It’s true, We managed to escape with just seconds to spare. Our wounds were gently tended, In time, our bodies mended. But the memories of that fateful day. Will never ever go away. Twas just an ordinary day on the forty second floor, Then it was gone, there are no floors anymore. Our story’s not quite finished; Bob helped me to survive, My dog, he got a special medal, me …..I am still alive *end of manuscript That night I spent recovering in a hospital bed A miraculous escape all the papers said. The reporter’s photo’d me till I was black and blue. I cuddled Bob so the world knew he was a hero too. That night I don’t think I slept at all, thinking of the crumbling walls and fire ball. Though I am blind God gave me Bob to compensate Because of that, I don’t stand at heaven’s gate. Two thousand, nine hundred and seventy-seven died because of that terrorist attack, Tens of thousands will live to endure the terrible flak. Loss of family, loved ones, colleagues, friends who died, Will be remembered for many a day. War is war, and the terrorist who did this terrible deed, Will meet the “American” revenge soon I pray With the loss of the twin towers, America answered the enemy by building freedom tower. You see why America sits high in the world’s freedom hall. She did not bow to the enemy, she faced them, and walked tall. Well done America the free world needs you; we really appreciate your support in whatever you do.