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He Became William Tristan a 9/11 story (Free verse) by sonawrote
Sitting on Pulaski skyway
fear deep in my soul
holding on to my brother
smoke rising beyond the toll
my unborn son inside my womb
may never make it here
I feel my brother's heartbeat
watch his eyes start to tear
we're thankful for this moment
we're by each others side
and pray to God to bless the souls
of those that have just died
we watched the buildings crumble
not moving till sunset
a moment I am grateful for
and never will forget
We thought the world was ending
we would die together there
it forged our bond so tight
it never needs repair
my son took his 1st breath
the 12th of January
I recalled at his first glimpse
my brother's sactuary
I named him for my brother
and perished souls above
his name is William Tristan
Guardian Protector, Love
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Posted: September 12, 2007 1:30 PM PDT; Last modified: September 12, 2007 1:30 PM PDT
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