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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.

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Date: 7/5/2015 10:47:00 PM
ROSE* I enjoyed reading this poem, Thank you for sharing. Always & Forever ~LINDA~
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Date: 10/12/2014 5:01:00 PM
Hi Rose.. Powerful, introspective write! Poetry Soup is a great place to display your creative, artist works. It's also an ideal place to meet and be shaped by other poets. Comment on their works and they will comment on yours. Give the contest a try as well. I look forward to reading more good writes like this one.. Come check me out!
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