September 9, 2001
September 9, 2001
I was only five
When I learned what a terrorist was.
Sitting in class
Talking to tiny Ben
When the teacher from across the hall
Busted through the large wood door.
Her eyes were in tears
As she pulled Ms. Martin out,
Everyone was silent.
We listened intensely
To hear the news she was given,
But no one could make out a word of it.
Ms. Martin walked back in slowly,
With a face of terror and depression.
No one dared to say a word.
A large, deep breath was taken
Before she finally spoke,
"Kids, it seems an airplane was taken by terrorist... They crashed it into one of the Twin Towers... Everyone is dead."
My heart skipped a beat,
My breathing stopped.
I looked at Ben,
Ben looked at me
With eyes of question.
I stood up
and hugged Ms. Martin,
She cried out
With grief and sadness.
I wasn't really sure why she was crying,
Maybe it was that the people died,
Perhaps she knew someone on the plane.
Fifteen years later,
Exactly,
Almost to the exact hour,
I sit here and write this remembrance.
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