Young Writers Society

Do not fear.
In memory of 9.11

Her child does cry in sudden fright,
their very world shall end tonight,
this mother’s heart races in her chest,
she cradles her child to her breast,

“Do not cry my darling child,
to heaven, my dear, I have dialed,
God spoke that he would take us there,
unto heaven’s lush fields and weather fair,”

His innocent eyes stare wide with fear,
a silence falls as death grows near.
She plants a kiss unto his brow,
holding him close, living here and now.

“Now my child, we shall be together,
My darling child we’ll live forever,
in God’s embrace we’ll watch from afar,
imagine the flying plane to be a falling star.”

Her eyes closed, she holds him tight,
their very world shall end tonight,
this mother’s dreams have cracked and broken,
to her child three words were spoken.

“Do not fear.”