Hush Little Baby Poem by Anastasia Wofford

Hush little baby,
Don’t you cry,
Momma’s crying,
Because you died...

As I hold my baby,
In my soot covered arms,
Surrounded by smoke,
Broken glass and car alarms.

I call out for help,
As the people rush past,
How did they all survive,
The September 11th blast?

But my son lay there,
Motionless and torn,
This will be the day,
Forever I shall mourn.

My mother told me,
Not to come to this city,
No one cares for their fellow man,
The exact words she told me.

As I sat there I prayed,
“Please don’t take my baby!
Take me instead,
Without him I’ll go crazy! ”

Then this man,
Kind, gentle soul,
Kneels down with me,
“Your baby, can I hold? ”

My first instinct told me no,
But something about this man,
Was so honest, so noble,
So caring, so grand.

I placed my heart,
In his hands,
He mumbled some words,
I didn’t understand.

The energy there at the moment,
As he uttered those words,
I forgot about the turmoil,
Those around me had incurred.

Then to my surprise,
O’ what did I hear?
My baby took a breath,
Like when he had first appeared.

He cried so big,
The sweetest sound ever heard,
A second miracle this week,
In my life had occurred.

Hush little baby,
Don’t you cry,
Momma’s crying,
Because you’re alive!