911

Wrote this in 5th grade with my mom:

On a pretty day in September
the 11th to be exact
cowards hijacked four planes
and put America on attack
While the Pentagon is injured
the Towers are in ruins
three brave souls fought back
and now are national heroes
I cry for those dead
those missing
those families in pain
Things will never be the same
in the good ole USA
My dad is in the Army
I don't want him to go to war
but those cowards if not found
will probably hurt more

You can't squeeze water out of a stone

I won't shed a tear
my heart is scarred
and I fear
that another crack will leave it broken
for good-
So no, I won't shed no tears,
I'll just drink a toast to you-
and toss your memory
onto the growing pile of broken dreams
and bid you one final adieu-
never looking back

My mother would be proud

Skin like a cloud,
soft and white-
eyes like the ocean,
deep blue-
hair like a firestorm,
bright red and hot-
and she curses like a sailor,
drinks like a bum-
Dear Mother, I think she may be the one