'The Day The Airplanes Came' Poem by Judi D. Kettelson

We didn't know that you were there
the day the airplanes came.
We didn't know you had a life,
did not know who to blame.
It wasn't until that very day,
that we knew you were alive.
You were just some people in New York,
while we were busy living life.
Then in one great moment,
much to our appall,
We watched your lives be torn apart,
we watched the Towers fall.
We cried for you so very hard,
and never knew your names.
And now we can't forget you,
or the day the airplanes came.