In Loving Memory of Michael T. Carroll
By Nicole Sohn, Grade 8
Falcon Cove Middle School, Weston Florida
As I reminisce about this tragic day,
My mind becomes speechless with nothing to say.
As I think back in total disbelief,
My heart is hurting with constant grief.
I remember when America was relaxed and calm,
Then the event occurred and everything went wrong.
Pandemonium and chaos filled the air,
Overwhelming numbers of people were weeping
An abundance of lives were stolen that day,
Children became abandoned, numerous left astray.
Widows and widowers population increased,
The day the Towers were hit by a heartless beast.
It was two thousand-one, September eleven,
The day that thousands were sent to heaven.
If only they had known what was awaiting them that day,
Maybe they would have done something different in some way.
Maybe give a tighter hug,
Or maybe set free a captured bug.
Maybe say their last "goodbye,"
And tell their loved ones not to cry.
Maybe accomplish their one last goal,
Or confess a mistake to cleanse their soul.
Maybe they'd wish upon their last shooting star,
Maybe take a trip to a land that's bizarre.
Maybe achieve their life-long dream,
Maybe take an adventure beyond the extreme.
Some may just want to say a last prayer,
And tell their family they're watching from up there.
Maybe they'd want one last kiss,
Or try to explain tomorrow amiss.
They say no one sees a rainbow without going through rain,
You can't make it to heaven without some pain.
We praise the heroes whose lives they gave,
For "The Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave."