I feel old...so much older than my years. I'm so sad; my tired face marked by tears. I'm worried about another attack. I'm in pain; the last assault broke my back.
I recall that terror-filled September. And I know I will always remember. I still mourn for all those innocent lives. And I miss all my friends that had to die...
(C) Copy written, 2002/Revised, 2004, by Karla Dorman.
An excellent write, keep it up...
God Bless
~Michelle~
Prayers.
an entire book of these...I can feel
by your writing how much it affected
you...love..floria