He dashed out the door that beautiful September day.
A wave, a cheery. "Seeya Pop" i'm late, and he was gone.
His father shook his head and smiled
at the energy of bright youth.
Pondering to himself why did they live so fast,
play and dance as if they were mad?
He whispered a prayer that the Lord
would protect his beloved son.
The boy reached his place of work, a smile
still playing upon his lips.
He had made good time, and was not late.
Not late at all to meet his fate.
Like a giant silver bat, the plane dove
into the caves of sunlit dappled glass.
All exploding in heat and smoke.
like hell the world came down.
A moment of chaos. A cry for his Dad!
Then a peacful quiet was laid around.
When the angels took his hands,
he knew no pain, no regret,
they had walked together all his life.
Familar precious friends.
He looked back for just a second,
then smiling flew away.
Knowing that, in Gods appointed time
they would all be reunited again one day.
For Holly, Paulo and Daniel
R.I.P. Daniel and Paulo
We will never forget.
9/11
R.I.P. Daniel.11/9/2001
