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I put myself in the position of a child after the horrendous aftermath on the September 11th destruction. I wanted to know when my daddy would be coming home.
When Is Daddy Coming Home A tragic thing happened, on that early morn, September eleventh, our great nation did mourn. Two buildings collapsed, with hundreds inside, The Pentagon was next, and more people died. The very next day reality had set in, Oh the devastation, where do we begin? "When is daddy coming home?" says a little child, Mommy, shaken and scared, "Maybe in a little while." "Daddy's going to be okay, isn't he?" a tear trickling down, "I don't know honey, I don't know." As she looks around. People hustle and in fear, running all over town, Destruction was tense, as the buildings came down. The lives of many, were in trusting hands, As the brave rescue workers, slowly took their stand. No more holidays for Johnny, or sweet little Bonnie Sue, No trick-or-treating for candy, what's a child to do? No Thanksgiving feast, or even say a prayer, What's a mommy supposed to answer when daddy isn't there? The dust finally settles, the mayhem is unreal, Shock, fear, and numbness, inside is what we feel. The death toll grew in numbers, as the rubble was cleared away, The angels lead them to heaven, Jesus was there that day. "Is daddy going to be home, so I can sit on his knee? To tell him the things for Christmas, I want just for me. So we can sing a carol or two, around the fireplace so warm, As I lay in his arms asleep, he keeps me safe from harm." "Oh my sweet daughter, if I could only answer true, I'd say yes, he'd be coming back home, just for me and you. A trick-or-treat walk, a Thanksgiving feast too, Carols sung by the fireplace, would be my wish for you. But all I can do, is say a simple little prayer, And hope your daddy, will show up somewhere." "I hope he comes home mommy, I miss my daddy." |
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Thats good, I enjoyed reading that.
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A day none us us can ever forget...so many innocent lives lost, and families lives changed forever...thanks for sharing
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You're welcome MP and blonderocker....I enjoy sharing everything I write.
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And we enjoy reading them
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A time in the past that will forever be etched into our minds very good
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A moment never to be forgotten
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Very nicely written a day we will never forget
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