A Tribute to My Uncle

As I sit down I want to cry

And feel the tears come from my eyes.

A whisper of your solemn love

Is draped upon me from up above.

I want to cry, what should I do?

I keep finding myself missing you.

But I am thankful I do not lie

That your new home is in the sky.

You were taken from me from the Heavens

On the day of September 11.

 

 

 

 

I lost my uncle, September 11, 2001.
My name is Kurtis and I am 12 years old.

Please show kids this poem so they can really relate to the people who lost their lives that horrible day.

Sincerely,
Kurtis