I’m just an image in a sonogram, when it rammed, when you ran to no prevail, in fact mama was at a visit at the exact same time it fell, Tv showed a dust cloud devouring the crowd, it used to just scrape the sky
Daddy I wish you would of seen me all wobbly, when I first started walking, or did you see? Can you see me? If u could I hope u weren’t upset at me when I tripped, because I have a booboo I bruised my knee, didn’t know to put my hands out so I also cut my lip, it will heal, I’m only 3
(sobs) dad I want you to hold me so bad, i i i want hold you even more than ever, moms says not to be sad, I used to be sad when I was younger, because I didn’t comprehend, now that I’m ten I read all about those men, those men that hijacked those planes, those men who left my father to just a name, those men that brought down his work place in flames, those men that caused my widow mother so much pain!!!, my life hadn’t even began, when it would never be the same!! I love you daddy
Infinite the Poet 2012
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