A Six Year Old's September 11
Daddy, there’s a hole in the big blue sky
Daddy, there’s a hole can you tell me why
Daddy, where are those buildings that made up eleven
Will all those people go to heaven?
Daddy why does mommy hide her eyes
When she talks on phone about last goodbyes
She says everything is gonna be okay
but she won’t let us go outside to play.
And Daddy why do you sit in my room at night
All alone in the chair without the light?
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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