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A Fateful Day - Flight 175
"Mommy, I'm tired, don't feel very well,
will we be there very soon, can you tell?"
"Stay in your seat, sweetie, here, by my side,
the plane should land shortly, we'll go outside."
The jetliner held its low altitude course,
unsteadily steered toward its aim, held by force.
The passengers huddled in rear of the plane
as part of the crew had been ruthlessly slain.
The hijackers' voices were heard..."we repeat!
all passengers need to remain in their seat!
You will not be harmed...have no misunderstanding,
permission to land is a message we're sending."
Another maneuver, and...was this to be feared?
not far in the distance the skyline appeared.
The two tallest towers, like chimneys, were seen
but why is one smoking?...What does all this mean?
The plane firmly held on its path to destruction,
toward cluster of buildings...its only obstruction.
Now closer and closer, the towers are growing,
we're flying too low!...yet the plane keeps on going!
"Mom, I am scared...why is that lady crying?
I want to go home!...I really hate flying!"
"Come to my arms...I will hold you, don't weep,
I'll tell you a story as you try to sleep.
The engines grew louder and faster they flew,
aiming for the tower not smoking...they knew!
Dear God...don't let evil prevail, people pray,
have mercy and bring us to safety this day!
Mother and child holding tight in embrace
"I love you, my baby! I'll cover your face.
Close your eyes tight, and you will be just fine."
"There once...lived a girl...little darling...of mine"
The tower...enormous and reaching the sky,
has swallowed the plane...to go on I must try.
A violent jolt and a terrible blow...
the spark that is life was no longer aglow.
A flaming inferno engulfed what remained
consuming the fragments of life once sustained.
As buildings collapsed in a huge pile of dust
the ashes were scattered among dirt and rust.
No pain, no awareness, the dust cannot know,
from what precious source it came minutes ago.
Memories...bitter and sweet as they were,
forever erased...leaving nothingness there.
The nation stands firm...we shall do all we should
so evil can't triumph once more over good.
A mother and child did not perish in vain...
as long as we breathe this won't happen again!
by ©~Steve F.~ 11/11/2001
In memory of Juliana Valentine McCourt, Ruth Clifford McCourt,
Passengers and crew of flight 175,
and all the victims of the attack on America
September 11, 2001
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