The following was written by my grandson Joshua Thomas

when he was twelve years old showing his thoughts

on what it would have been like on that fateful day.

September 11, 2001

A day like the rest, filled up with fun

Summer is ending

Daylight is shorter

Living in New York

Daddy is yet to come home.

Dinner is soon

Why isn't he here?

All I know is sirens are near.

Mom is cooking, I am thinking

Then she flips on the news

Every channel is the same

Headlines read, "Who's to blame?"

Below is a picture

of smoke and rubble.

Momma's face has changed

Pale and white, astonished?

I ask her what's wrong

Tears are replying, rushing, falling

Sirens are blaring

Daddy's gone.