poems and essays on September 11, 2001
My Twin Brother
My brothers came one sunny day.
At first I was sad.
Cause no attention people would pay.
To the little building
on their way to my brothers the
My brothers were tall.
Not much taller than me.
Good times we did share.
We did not have a care
Then one day on September 11 2001
Some horrible deed had
just begun. With one plane hitting twin a,
and other twin b.
It was a horrible sight and all i could see
were my brothers burning right
In front of me.
Now my brothers who i loved so,
who used to be tall are
now very small. Now I look down and
I see my brothers at just my
knee. They're crumbled to ashes
Not tall anymore.
All those wonderful years out the door.
Now it is time to say good bye
and it is all thanks to the planes in the sky.
originally posted at the WriteGallery on January 20, 2002
Poem © 2002 Jennifer, all rights reserved
appears here by permission