Lola Jolie Davis Scott

by BrookenRachel

My daddy died the day the towers fell, he used to tell me storys of how he met my mother. When I look in the sky and see the brightest shining star I know its him looking over me.

2. Chapter 2

I would like to say thank you to those of you who have read and reviewed this story it means so much. I am very glad and overwhelmed with the responses and reviews so thank you once again. I wasn't extremely fond of it but I loved the poem and so I decided to try and make I decent one shot out of it. So thank you once again for the reviews.

And I have posted another one shot, so I think if you liked this one you will like my other one.

But thank you all again for reading and the reviews I can't say it enough.

THANK YOU