The day broke.
The glow of the sun died at 8:00am.
The orange and yellow streams of heat,
flew from the building like a flock of pigeons,
when little Johnny ran at them.
DON'T LET IT GET ME!!!
They jump to an early end.
The running of frantic feet scurried like the rapid mouse,
whose life is threatened by human existance.
One by one, the structures fall.
The afertmath is seen,
It's effects so devastating.
No way to distinguish who was who.
piece by piece...
Limb by limb...
Families broken by one man's sin.
Little children call for their mommy,
They don't come home, the child sighs.
Mommy!! "Will daddy be home tomorrow night?"
Salty tears, a symbol of the mom's dispair,
roll down her cheeks hitting her little boy's head.
She cuddles her baby, sighing:
"No, but one day,
you'll see him again."
Copyright - Michelle Poet September, 2001