The Year of September 11th
The Year of September 11th
The year of September 11th
The year my mother died
The year the World and I
Both sat down and cried
The World, for all its tragedy
Its rubble and debris
I, for the mom who late at night
Once rocked me on her knee
The World it lives life different now
It’s cautious and afraid
I just don’t know how to live,
And so instead I pray.
Copyright © Rose Young | Year Posted 2014
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