Ima Ryma

Facing - Poem by Ima Ryma

Just no ordinary day,
That morning we all sat in class,
We second graders who would say
Unforgettabe time did pass.
The President joined us to read.
Somebody whispered in his ear.
The President looked shocked indeed.
His body stiffened. I sat near,
And watched a blankness in his eyes,
And the blood draining from his face.
At last forcing himself to rise,
Having to go from this safe place.

The President walked from us to
Face what 9/11 would do.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 4, 2013

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