I haven't updated in a while on my other stories. Sorry!
This poem is in remembrance of 9/11.
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I stood in the doorway of our house
On that fateful day
Watching you wave to me
As you walked away
The birds were whistling
Sweetly in the trees
Your jacket was rustling
As it swayed from the breeze
Soon you turned the corner
And disappeared from sight
I started to worry and told myself,
"Come on, he'll be alright."
Now that I think about it
I regret what I didn't do
I could've stopped you as you walked
Along that avenue
When it was time, you hadn't come home
So I turned on the TV to amuse me
And almost fell to the floor in shock
From what I'd just seen
The Twin Towers collapsed that day
You became MIA
But I know, deep in my heart,
That everything's okay
It's just a special feeling
That I can't describe
I feel it, in my bones
I know you're alive
How you survived and where you are;
That I do not know
I don't know everything, after all
I'm waiting here alone
You've always been special to me
You, my best friend
I've waited for you once before
And so I'll wait again
When I'm losing hope
This to myself I say:
He'll come back, of course he will,
He'll be here someday
I am 100% sure
That that prophecy is true
The question is whether or not
It matters that much to you
Your absence beside me now
Matters not to me
Because I know, that someday,
In the future we'll meet
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I stood in the doorway of our house
The wind whipped my hair
I call out to you silently
And whisper, "Are you there?"
You really came, walking up the street
Your clothes were a mess
I was elated to see you back
I'm sure you know the rest
Remember that prediction that I made:
"He'll come, he really will."
Now I know what predictions are for
They're meant to be fulfilled
Other people who lost
Loved ones that day
Weren't as lucky as I am
I'm truly sorry to say
As I turn to scold you for
Leaving me alone for 5 weeks
You put a finger to your lips
Begging me not to speak
From the pockets of your coat
You produce an American flag
You begin to give a speech
And say, "I really am glad."
"Glad to be back again
Glad to be safe.
Glad that I have not lost my life
Glad that it's not too late."
You raise your arms up high
And you spread them out wide
"It's not to late to express my regret
For all the innocent people who died."
To all the people who lost their lives
Protecting me and everyone else:
Thank you so much for what you've done
You sacrificed yourself
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Now when people visit us
They stop and stare at the door
On it hangs our nation's flag
They ask, "What's that for?"
I've gotten tired of relaying my story
To those who come to my home
And that's why I'm holding a pen
And writing this poem
The red stripes mean that
Much blood was shed
The white stripes mean that
It's the innocent who are dead
And the blue...well, I don't know
What that stands for
Maybe it means that we want peace
And no more war
No more sadness, no more hate
No more depression
No more worrying, no more tears
No more tension
I stand in the doorway of our home
You stand beside me
Nothing's wrong with the world anymore
And we are all happy
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Everything must come to an end
This poem must, too
There is one last message I want to say
To the reader, you:
Be thankful that you live in a country
Where you can do what you want:
Dancing, writing, playing sports
Or even singing songs
And so I'd like you to set aside some time
To be thankful today
To be thankful that you live here
In the USA.
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