Since 9/11 is coming up, I thought I would discuss the importance of remembering this day and its impacted on our society and the generation that lived through this tragic event in American history, it dramatically impacted the world we live in today. Many heroes stepped up and risked their lives, to try and save lives as many lives as they could, many lost their lives while doing so. Many people never saw their loved ones again; I couldn't imagine how people felt when they said goodbye to their loved ones, not realizing they would never see them again. 2,996 people were killed and 6,000 more were injured on 9/11; this was the deadliest foreign attack on U.S. soil.

Not only do I pray for those who lost loved ones during 9/11, but for all the other terrorist attacks that have been happening around the world in recent news. In honor of 9/11, I thought to write a poem of my memory of that tragic day. While I was only five years old when the attack took place, it still sits vividly in my memory. Hope you all enjoy this poem.

In Garden City, New York

It was a typical, warm

September morning.

I woke up, brushed my teeth,

put on my pink shirt and my orange shorts.

Then mommy put my hair in pigtails.

The last part of my routine

Was to eat my fruit loops

And walk to the

bus stop with my mom,

which was down the block

on Roxbury Road. I got onto

the bus, waved to my mom

and rode to kindergarten.

Looking out a window:

I observed all the birds flying,

People walking their dogs,

The green grass with dew on it,

I thought it must have been a cold night.

And soon enough I was at school.

I wasn't at school long that day,

we were told we had to go home early

but they didn't tell us why. I was kind of upset

I loved school. But like all the other kids

I got back onto my bus number

95 and went home. I walked home alone

that day from the bus top.

I walked into my house and

called out for my mom

but no one answered.

I started looking all over the house.

I finally went down to the basement.

And there, I saw my mom crying,

watching the small, black,

Panasonic T.V screen.

I asked what was wrong

but she didn't answer me.

I turned to the screen.

The first thing I noticed,

Was the date written on

the bottom, in white:

September 11th, 2001.

On the screen a plane

crashed into one of the twin towers.

Within seconds gray, black, smoke, debris

covered the sky. Soon after, another

plane flew into the south tower.

Then screen exposed people

running, screaming and crying,

trying to cover their faces with their hands.

My mom tried closing my eyes

but I didn't let her, I couldn't stop watching.

I was thankful that I had been on

The other side of the screen

I felt selfish that I felt this way.

But then I realized how close

I actually was to those buildings

I was only 25 miles away…

How could someone do this to

innocent people? What world

was I living in? Those poor families

who thought their loved

ones were coming home

At 6 o'clock for dinner.

They will never see them again.

Will there ever be peace?

I felt a lump in my throat

And tears began to pour

down my small, chubby cheeks

I looked up to my mom

she was still here with me

Even after all that

had happened today,

On September 11, 2001.