Ground+Zero

Two planes crashed And the towers Collapsed. Flames licked the sky, Orange and red glowed Around destruction. Plaster crumbled Into rubble.

Ash and smoke Colored the sky grey Painted the faces Of many people With crystal tears.

Where two proud Twins Once stood, Was now nothing. A pile of debris and dust Sifted by the wind.

Many of us were Too young To remember what happened, But know stories of people who do. Their parents, Grandparents, Teachers alike. Who wish that day never happened.

I was nine My parents took me To Ground Zero. I learned about the Thousands of people Lost. The exhibit showed posters, Flyers, Pictures of all sizes That were floating around New York From people looking for loved ones.

In the museum, there was a wall. In fine black print Were the names Of every single person Who died in the towers.

I also learned, though, That people worked Together And helped each other. An army of volunteers Risked their lives To find any survivors.

It showed me that If disaster strikes, We will be ready To cast away differences Work side by side Make a recovery.

A silver lining On a dark storm cloud Pouring down on The World Trade Center's ghost Washing away The lives of many.

9/11 will not be forgotten.