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

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