Too young to fully understand,
Just exactly what had happened,
Only that it wasn’t very grand,
And things had seemed darkened.

She knew people talked about a crash,
One plane making two buildings fall,
But it was a great and sudden whiplash,
And many people received a sad call.

Many lives were lost that day
Yet she still only understood a little
But knew that this was not a play
And nothing at all was very blissful.

Eleven years later she came to know
Of what really happened that day
With Terrorists she’d now call psycho
That crashed on that very Tuesday.





A date that now makes her cry,
For all the lives lost and the heroes,
With no answers or reasons why
That left these sad past echoes.

Nine Eleven brought on many deaths,
Family members who are gone forever,
With people who took their last breaths
That made it seem to never get better.

It still remains a well-known day,
Constantly stuck on memory replay
But people would always quietly pray
That the memory would go away.