Poem: Memories of That Day

 Hi everyone.

Before we get to the poem, I just thought I'd take time to talk about what it's about. Now, normally on Saturdays (or Sundays) I would post the latest chapter of one of the stories I'm working on. But with today being an important day for America, September 11, I decided to put it off to next week and instead write a poem commemorating the 20th Anniversary of the 9/11 Attack, filled with memories of a time when a certain writer was a kid.

Now presenting, Memories of That Day:

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Memories of That Day

It's been Twenty Years since That Day
That Day a Child is awoken
On a School Day morning told to turn on the TV
To see smoke rise from Buildings Great
To see fall Buildings Mighty

When brought to School,
To Gym Class, a Child went
But no Running, Jumping, Stretches on That Day
Just a Sitting, Cross-legged to watch more smoke rising
To watch a Nation turn a Point

Numerous People lost
Stories told with Horrible Ends
Peaceful Days no more
A War begins to Avenge

Since then, Letters the Child would write
To Brave Men and Women on Dangerous Ground
To send Support as a Fellow American as Americans should
With hope that War's End was soon.

But a Decade it took to find our one Enemy
A Decade it took, when a Great Man took Seat and put His thumb down
A Decade it took for the Fallen from Vanished Towers to be avenged

Our Enemy should have been one
But our eyes turned to Another
After years in a Nation, One Leader is Destroyed
When Another still Remained

But that Another is no more
And Ten Years After, the War That Day started is declared Over
It took Twenty Years, and the Child was a Child No More