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The End
My alarm clock awakes me
With its usual shrill sound.
I stumble from my bed
To take my morning shower.
Nothing seems different
In my everyday life.
My morning is rushed and hectic
Just as it always is.
I kiss my wife goodbye,
And my children three.
Somehow this day is different,
For I never come home again.
Wonderfully written.
You keep the reader guessing to the end. And even then what shocks the reader more is when you read the date.
Hi,
Thank you for directing me here.
This is a very realistic look at what I am sure went on in households of the thousands of victome on that horrible morning of September 11th.
Let us hope that in the rush to begin the day that they did kiss the children three.
A very heartfelt look at the reality of our world of today. Let us not forget to say I Love You ~ to kiss our children good-bye and hello. There is never too many times to hear or be told I love you.
I think the line that reached out to me the most here was . . .kissed the children three.
Very good!
Lesa
Sorry Trish, In reading your piece one more time I realize that I did not quote you exactly. Still, it was that stanza that touched my heart. Something done so easily and not known that in reality it was being done for the last time ~ again I say remarkable piece of reality written.
~Lesa~
Tricia, you have captured the essence of the horror of that day in a stark, simple, and painfully truthful way.
Simply written...but most STARKLY poignant and striking. Indeed, i am sure , for many people , that day started normal in a sunny hectic way...but ended horribly warped and forever changed. My blood chilled at this portrayal, Tricia. Really ...
Powerful and unexpected smash at the end. My heart is shattered. Heartfelt emotions simply expressed. Well done!