September 11

by John Burbank   Jun 27, 2005


What was it you had said?
Why did you have to go?
Each simple little memory
Now passes by so slow.
I am stuck in the yesterday
Not wanting to accept
The horrid truth that you are gone
Your life taken without a threat.
This morning you awoke
To face a brand new day
But a cold-hearted terrorist
Took that gift away
Though the grave cry for the lost
In the settling of the dust
They failed to shake our foundation
For in God we put our trust.

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  • 18 years ago

    by brittany

    great poem brought a tear to my eye. keep up the good wrk.
    birtty

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