Category: Writers Block
Here is a poem I wrote after 9/11/01. The last line of the poem used to read, "Because I am a 12-year-old girl who is blind." It has been updated each year since the original poem was written. Here is this year's version.
IN MY HAND I HOLD
In my han I hold all the hearts of all the Americans who died on September 11.
In my heart I hold all the love of all those who went to heaven.
I don't know why over 5,000 people had to die.
I just know I have heard my mom and dad cry.
I heard that mommies, daddies, and children died.
Now who will be by their family's side?
There are so many things I don't understand,
But I still hear my teachers talk about this great land.
I can only picture these things in my mind,
Because I am an 18-year-old woman who is blind.
Hmm, Sad poem. I think the families of those who lost loved ones in the 911 tragedy would appreciate the fact that you update the last line of this little poem of your's each year in remembrance of them. It is an interesting way to keep the memory of this event always present in your mind. I wish I could've thought of doing something like this, but I guess if I had, I probably would've forgotten by now. So I commend you on doing this. I hope you go on updating that last line so that it reads "Because I am a very old woman who is blind.":) It allows me to see that someone living in this great big planet still cares. Thanks for posting this.
Omg girl, htat made me allmost want to cry. I swair you have awsome writing schoolsckill chicka. I totlay miss you...WE need to hang out sometime again X.
I want more of your writings.:)
Since my first poem was a hit, here's its sequal.
This poem was written the following year. There is an article that goes with the poems. If you want it pm me and give me your e-mail. I'll send it to you.
SIGNS OF COURAGE
Courage shows in me
Because I have been given the gift to be free
Courage can be helping someone in need
With a few small innocent deeds
It can bring fame
And everyone will know the hero's name
Courage in a friend
Is like steal that can't bend
Courage in a mother
Cant't be compared to any other
There is courage in the man
Who goes to sea to protect our great land
Courage in the land
Is like a string binding us together by the hand
I love your writings! I thought I was pretty good, but wow! Could you check out some of myne and coment them? Thanks! Love you!