My friend wrote this the day of hte bombings. That day she discovered
her good friends
mother had been in the WTC on business. Wendy is still missing.

A small boy stands looking at
the site
Where his home once used to
stand.
Besides rubble and debris, all
he had
Was the teddy bear, clutched
in his hand.

Hi child face, usually
So full of love and joy,
Was confused, alone, scared,
and sad
His only comfort came from
the toy.

A girl stares out the open
window,
A tear streams down her face.
She starts to take in what has happened
At such a slow and painful
pace.

She doesn't know what has
become
Of someone close to her.
Ideas start running through her head,
These thoughts she tries to
deter.

A teenage boy remains outside
Pointlessly beating a tree,
He doesn't know who to be
mad at,
He doesn't know how to be.

He just got a call from the
Pentagon.
Where his father has a job.
He will never see his Dad
again,
With this thought, he lets out
a sob.

A girl remains at school,
Laughing and joking with
friends.
Refusing to dwell over what
has happened.
Not trying to comprehend.

She feels almost guilty, nothing
happened to her
Her loved ones all okay,
All she can do is be a friend
to her friends
Just hope for them, and pray.

We don't know who could have done this,
And we can't begin to guess why.
But for all those people, who
have lost their lives
This is my way of saying
Goodbye

Ashley Martin, 13

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 287 AF.