9/11

A day we will never forget. September 11 will always be seared into my memory. Most of my friends don't even remember knowing about the attacks for days or weeks after that fact, as we were so young in 2001. But I remember watching the footage on TV of the plane crashes over and over.
I can't say I remember a lot from that day, just that i watched a plane crash into a tall building and lots of smoke start pouring out. Dad had called mom just a few minutes earlier and told her to turn on the TV. So we did, and that's what we saw. Being homeschooled, I saw it when many of my friends now didn't.
I remember the guys on TV were talking about a lot of stuff I didn't understand and It was starting to get boring. Mom told me to go play. But even after I went upstairs, I didn't want to play. I knew something really terrible had happened and there was a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I will never forget that day.
A few years later after I really realized what happened, i wrote a really long poem in bed one night (in my head), but unfortunately forgot it. This is another poem i wrote, different, but the same basic idea. It is very sad and a little graphic. But poetry is how I relate, so here it is. Tell me what you think. And never forget those who gave their lives, willingly or unwillingly.

When The South Tower Fell

He took his baby girl to work that day
She skipped a day of Kindergarten
Sat in his office, spun in his chair
Just another day of work, He thought
He took her down to breakfast,
And she forgot her sweater
So they went back to get it
When the elevator doors closed
The whole building shook.

He couldnt see her anymore,
Debris was falling everywhere
He shouted her name,
Grabbed for her little hand
They had to get out
Screaming as a man jumped
Out of the shattered window
Turning away,
Grabbing his baby,
Running down the stairs

She cried as they ran from the 53 floor
And again when they fell at another
Shake of the building,
Bigger than before
The stairway was filled with smoke
He wetted his hankerchief with
Water from a bottle
And held it to her face

Down and down he ran
Keep her safe
Keep my baby safe
His thoughts only on her
He ran, coughing from smoke
The stairs wouldnt end
And the building shook,
Started caving in

Floor 7, floor 6
They were close, they were there
he ran faster and faster
Floor 5, floor 4
Dodging falling chunks of building
jumping over fallen supports
People ran screaming
"Get out. Get Out. We're going to die!"
Floor 3, floor 2.
Lobby. He Ran.

A massive shake,
he couldnt see the doors
Everything was smoky, dusty
A man on fire ran past
His clothes and skin burning
A beam fell, almost hitting them,
He saw an opening, a firefighter
He squeezed her through
Shouted "Take her!"

She clung to the man in yellow
Turned for her daddy's hand
A cloud of dust burst from behind
Orange flames licked up
"Daddy!" she called
She heard a scream
"Daddy!" her voice was frantic
The man in yellow carried her
Fast to a red fire-truck
They rode away
"Its falling! Hurry!"
She saw him one last time,
And the building collapsed
"DADDY!"