poems and essays on September 11, 2001
The phone rings,
The mobile lines are full.
Voice mail says:
Leave a message.
A child's voice pleas:
Daddy, please come home!
Buried in the rubble;
Keep me strong,
Take me home;
as his life fades,
under the stone.
originally posted at the WriteGallery on February 24, 2002
Poem © 2002 Angela L. Swanger, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
It may not be exhibited in this poem, but I am a writer
that is inspired by the words of William Faulkner. I feel
that we, as writers/poets hold, the responsibility of
communicating truths of the heart through the power of