When I was but a tiny child <br /> Back when the world was new <br />My parents like twin towers stood <br />And everything was true <br /> <br />My father died at Eighty one <br />Peacefully asleep <br />My mother lived ten years alone <br />In the house up from main Street <br /> <br />The Century turned over then <br />In the new millennium <br />When Mother in the nursing home <br />reached her journey’s end. <br /> <br />Your first impulse must be to cry <br />When towers fall, when people die <br />If Brick and stone- you build anew <br />If of flesh- the monument is you.<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twin-towers-5/
