I Remember...

I Remember...

I remember the small trail of my footprints in the sandy ash,

following my mother who ran desperately away from the thick gray arms of the Monster behinde us.

I remember eating a yummy meal only mear hours before,

the taste of the spagetti still lingering on my tongue.

I remember the unrestranceable heat the wrapped around my body as I followed my mother down the countless of stairs,

my little legs screaming in pain,

wanting to give up and just rest.

I remember the thick lines mascarra running down my mother cheeks, as she urged me to move forward.

I remember the pure panic in the eyes of the strangers as they let my mother and I pass.

I remember the extremely loud, deffening loud, rumble, watching the whole thing disapear.

I was only seven, but I remember

and I will never forget.

It was suppose to be a wonderfully vaction,

 but it became know as

September 11, 2001

Author's Note

Please ingore the spelling mistakes, thanks.

Reviews

[Chellie]

Such a powerful write. There is not much that I can say. The piece speaks for itself.