United As One
I was 11 years old on September 11, 2001. It feels like an eternity ago and yesterday all at the same time. I can tell you exactly where I was when I found out what had happened, as can nearly all of us.
Before I played guitar or wrote songs, I wrote poems. This was written shortly after September 11th. I can remember sitting at my kitchen table and writing it.
A huge thanks to my aunt Joanie who kept it after all this time. This is exactly as it was written by the 11 year old me.
United As One
On that terrible day,
many lives were taken away,
But from that day America could say,
“We are united as one.”
It was a time to grieve,
a time to mourn.
Everyone’s heart, ended up torn.
“We are united as one.”
That day had no fun.
It seemed like it took away the sun.
But from that day on, America could say,
“We are united as one.”
I’m proud of the 11 year old me, and I think the 11 year old me would be proud of the 21 year old me.
If I could rewrite that poem, I wouldn’t.
