Long will be the nights

Many of  year have past,
and the memories - forever last.

Even Today -still on TV,
the faces of dead

"how could this be ?"

I thought in my head;  to me! as she said;
'Look at those faces,  the faces of dead,
 feel the Life -they bring instead.
Lift your heads high, and feel there fears,
now! feel their strength,
as you wipe off your tears.

For these faces of dead

are really faces of life,

and through fears of  Destruction
Tierney and death,

be the Memories of  Bravery and
Life with every last breath.....

peace and love/ America-

The World-the Children God Bless

and the men and women of 9/eleven 
forever in my nightmares

 so please Never Forget…

lets always remember!

As we sit and pray for our God in heaven

Long are the nights after nine eleven.

That early morn still fresh in our minds,

Planes hitting buildings one at a time.

Our brothers and sisters as they jump from high,

Death before them-

Falling from sky,
 this death of our children ,
our mothers and fathers, 

With no way to survive.!

The rescue of some from the F.D.N.Y

And the N.P.D and volunteers you see.

All pitch together for the saving of life

while the rest of us in fear- yelling how could this be! and we sat and pray

At home With our wives.

Still fresh in our minds the terror of that day

The fear of a people as two great buildings gave way.

Still fresh in our minds many years later

And forever in my nightmares –

These acts of Terrorist –nothing can be greater.

             Michelangelo..