Thirteen years ago
My mother didn’t come to get me out of bed.
My father left work early
A reporter – his name I do not even know –
Shook the corners of our
The fire lit the sides of buildings.
The smoke bellowed.
It was so high.
I remember baffling over how high it was.
“People work up there?”
Some kind of evil
A horrid black cloud.
People I had never met – I thought they were family anyway.
The mind of six-year-old
there are no strangers in war.
the mind of six-year-old.
“Is this normal?”
Well, I’m a full grown woman now.
But the girl who saw 9/11 on the television system
Is the same little girl who still remembers it today.
Is the same little girl
facing life daily
Was part of the youngest generation who witnessed 9/11
on their television systems
across a nation.
now of other adults like me.
adults looking back on 9/11
still asking why.
God hearing them.
Adults facing life, politics – work, school, and family, – a background voice –
the voice of a child, as bellows through –
“Please explain to me, again – violence. What’s this about the greater good?”
the six-year-old girl
the six-year old girl whose family lost she’ll never meet.
will not leave me alone.