Come Home

Come home

She whispers,

As the images on her television

Tell the story,

One we never wanted to hear

The sadness

On the faces,

The screams as they run

To safety.

Some never made it.

Her son worked on the Ninety Second floor,

Of the second tower,

She lost a husband once

Would she have to bury a son to?

She asked as she whispered,

Come home

And sat by the phone,

Waiting for a call,

That would never come.

And in her tears,

She whispered good bye,



Copyright Michelle R Kidwell


All rights reserved…

May God Bless those who lost loved ones on 9’11 and may such a tragedy never happen again…



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