My Hero Connor
A smile worn,
with a heart torn-
Fought at ground zero,
he is my hero.
He was a simple man with simple pleasures and needs,
he had so much to give, a life full of infinite possibilities-
So, he decided to branch off and go plant his own seed,
worked hard in boot camp and joined the military.
Iraq was just a destination and soon became his home,
he struggled with seeing destruction and death-
Every other night he called his wife on the phone,
but his four years was up and he could finally take a breath.
He longed for more, so a fire fighter he trained to be,
thirty-six hour shifts now with a family to uphold-
New York became his new home instead of the military,
but soon his fate would be a story to be told.
Airplanes flying through the strong Twin Towers,
but no steel could prevent such annihilation-
The fire engine drove fast through the smoke showers,
and would soon be a part of the complete devastation.
My cousin died for his country, and lived with honor,
they never found his body through all the desolation-
There will never be another man like respectable Connor,
a strong hero to me…oh, what a beautiful creation.
April 25, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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