A 911 hero

**9-11 is a really tender subject, and I felt the urge to write about it. I know it’s long but please read it anyway, a lot of thought went into this poem. And I would like to say thanks to everyone who reads this. And sorry that it sounds a bit like the un-known author poem- but to be honest I wrote this almost half a year ago in july. Thanks**

A Mother sits alone
And she begins to cry
Tears roll down her cheeks
She whispers softly oh god why?

The mother thinks back to 1 week earlier
She kissed her husband good-bye
As he took off in a hurry
She whimpered a heavy sigh

She went down a long hallway
To her daughters door
She cracked it very slightly
Then slid down to the floor

Many thoughts raced her mind
As she thought of what her husband said
But never in a million years
Did she think her husband would turn up dead

As he raced into a burning building
He held the necklace placed on his chest
He had some words with god
He’d finally confessed

He was scared that he would die
But knew he was doing right
This was his chance to make a difference
He looked into the light

The fire pierced his skin
Like many burning knives
Thoughts came to his mind
Of his daughter and his wife

He raced up in the building
And he helped many out
But then again he heard
Another person shout

So he ran up once again
But this time he didn’t come back down
His body lay there motionless
Upon an ashy gray cold ground

A policeman came walking up
And knocked upon their door
He told the wife the horrible news
And she fell down to the floor

Now she sits alone in a room
Thinking how to tell her little girl
About the daddy that she had lost
And the men that took her whole wide world

Finally she comes up with an idea
And wakes her daughter up
They tip toe out to the car
And zip their jackets up

The mother drives for a little while
And then make their final turn
They stop in a fairly lit place
And then the tears start to burn

“Mommy what are we doing here?”
The little girl begins to stare
Out on a bumpy grass field
Mommy runs her fingers threw her hair

She steps out of the car
Takes the little girls tiny hand
The little girl sits there thinking
And slowly starts to stand

They walk on passed some stones
With names upon each one
And then the little girl remembers
Her daddies faint hum

Mom and daughter take a seat
Next to a nicely polished rock
Mother wants to speak so bad
But can’t find the heart to talk

Finally she whispers
“This is daddies grave
He got it being fearless
He got it being brave.

Your daddy loved you very much
But, sadly he can’t be here anymore”
The daughter is speechless
And stares back to the floor

“Daddy used to sing to you”
She now can feel the tears
“He used to call you baby cakes
And scare away your fears.

And honey daddy still watches you
From way up above”
She points to the heavenly sky
“And he surely sends his love”

The mother and daughter sit together
And share their many tears
“But daddy won’t ever be forgotten
And don’t think he doesn’t hear

He knows that we miss him
And I know he misses us too
And honey amongst everything
He really loves you”

Daddy watches from heaven
Mom and daughter cry
But they’re thankful for the time with him
Before he had to die

“He’s my 9-11 hero mom,
He saved a lot of boys and girls
And because of my daddy
They have their whole wide worlds,”

The little girl was wise
Way beyond her years
And even though she misses him
She wipes away her tears