As I sit down I want to cry
And feel the tears come from my eyes.
A whisper of your solemn love
Is draped upon me from up above.
I want to cry, what should I do?
I keep finding myself missing you.
But I am thankful I do not lie
That your new home is in the sky.
You were taken from me from the Heavens
On the day of September 11.
I lost my uncle,
September 11, 2001.
My name is Kurtis and I am 12 years old.
Please show kids this poem so they can really relate to the people who
lost their lives that horrible day.