Since 9/11 is coming up, I thought I would discuss the importance of remembering this day and its impacted on our society and the generation that lived through this tragic event in American history, it dramatically impacted the world we live in today. Many heroes stepped up and risked their lives, to try and save lives as many lives as they could, many lost their lives while doing so. Many people never saw their loved ones again; I couldn't imagine how people felt when they said goodbye to their loved ones, not realizing they would never see them again. 2,996 people were killed and 6,000 more were injured on 9/11; this was the deadliest foreign attack on U.S. soil.
Not only do I pray for those who lost loved ones during 9/11, but for all the other terrorist attacks that have been happening around the world in recent news. In honor of 9/11, I thought to write a poem of my memory of that tragic day. While I was only five years old when the attack took place, it still sits vividly in my memory. Hope you all enjoy this poem.
In Garden City, New York
It was a typical, warm
September morning.
I woke up, brushed my teeth,
put on my pink shirt and my orange shorts.
Then mommy put my hair in pigtails.
The last part of my routine
Was to eat my fruit loops
And walk to the
bus stop with my mom,
which was down the block
on Roxbury Road. I got onto
the bus, waved to my mom
and rode to kindergarten.
Looking out a window:
I observed all the birds flying,
People walking their dogs,
The green grass with dew on it,
I thought it must have been a cold night.
And soon enough I was at school.
I wasn't at school long that day,
we were told we had to go home early
but they didn't tell us why. I was kind of upset
I loved school. But like all the other kids
I got back onto my bus number
95 and went home. I walked home alone
that day from the bus top.
I walked into my house and
called out for my mom
but no one answered.
I started looking all over the house.
I finally went down to the basement.
And there, I saw my mom crying,
watching the small, black,
Panasonic T.V screen.
I asked what was wrong
but she didn't answer me.
I turned to the screen.
The first thing I noticed,
Was the date written on
the bottom, in white:
September 11th, 2001.
On the screen a plane
crashed into one of the twin towers.
Within seconds gray, black, smoke, debris
covered the sky. Soon after, another
plane flew into the south tower.
Then screen exposed people
running, screaming and crying,
trying to cover their faces with their hands.
My mom tried closing my eyes
but I didn't let her, I couldn't stop watching.
I was thankful that I had been on
The other side of the screen
I felt selfish that I felt this way.
But then I realized how close
I actually was to those buildings
I was only 25 miles away…
How could someone do this to
innocent people? What world
was I living in? Those poor families
who thought their loved
ones were coming home
At 6 o'clock for dinner.
They will never see them again.
Will there ever be peace?
I felt a lump in my throat
And tears began to pour
down my small, chubby cheeks
I looked up to my mom
she was still here with me
Even after all that
had happened today,
On September 11, 2001.
