The Falling Feather Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

A young boy sat by the window waiting for his mother to come home; A chick was waiting for its mother to bring food to its nest. And, what else could I compare to this same sadness for me, at seven, and my youngest brother, at four, when mother died? None! For losing a parent [or both] at our earliest age was the hardest part in one's childhood.

At least, a blind boy can feel the presence of his parents and is far better than a boy with complete sight to see the forever absence of his parents. And yes! 911 brought me back once again the sadness that I had felt 10 years ago. And yes my friend! Why all cannot behave and make this world a better place to live? It is indeed sad, for we live on this earth between good and evil fighting with each other to win and rule.

I wrote this poem the day after 911 when one chick was tweeting from its nest on the tree in front of our house. I was on my way to work:

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