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Almost a Year

Contributed by ml02 on Tuesday, 27th August 2002 @ 08:34:41 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

She sat there
Staring at his grave
Couldn't beleive
Its been almost a year
Now
A year of sleepless nights
Fulls of tears
For the one
She can never see
Again.

Its been almost a year
Since
Last time
They kissed
Goodbye
She didn't think
He die at work
That very day
Saving people
Like he always did
But
September 11, 2001
Wasn't any oridnary mission
Or job.

She swore
She could hear his
Screaming
As the floor
Above
Fell down on him
And he was crushed
And dead
They
Found him
Like all the others
Except
He was holding a note
And it read:

Dearest love,

I lay here dying. A plane crashed into the World Trade Centers. And I know they won't get to me soon enough. I'm dying, to quickly to be saved. I'm using all my last stregthen to write you this note. Tell the kids I love them and always will. I love you and goodbye.
Your loving husband,
Paul

P.S. Here's a kiss to remember me by. And if you are not my wife, Sue , then please will you find her and give her this. The adress is below.

But
The note
Wasn't the firemans
It was some other victims
Of the tragedy
He was saving it
To deliver
He was on his way
To take it out
With another body
When the floor
Came crashing down.

She sat there sobbing
As
A stranger walked up
And threw a bouquet
By the grave
And said
Thank you
For giving me
My husbands last words
For saving them
For me
Thank you.

Copyright © ml02 ... [ 2002-08-27 20:34:41]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Almost a Year (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Wednesday, 28th August 2002 @ 01:17:23 AM AEST
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this poem almost brought me to tears! A wonderful write! Thanks for sharing your wonderful talent with us!

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