Tower 2, Floor 87

Someone told them not to evacuate
Smoke and fire gushing from the wounds of
Tower 1



It was an accident after all, wasn’t it?
Not to worry, Mom.
I’m okay, Dad.



The phone, still attached to the wall
But the line so quickly dead
The world collapsing on itself



We let go of her forever
That last hope of innocence
Smothered in a ton of ash.


(Previously published in Some Words: A Place For Poetry, June 2003; Poetry.com, Sep 2003)

by Laurence Overmire

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Comments (6)

I like this poem, It talks of a person turning into an angel, its a little like mine called 'She's an Angel' that one is about a mother who has lost her child, please take the time to have a read.
wow it is a very very impressive poem
amazing poem, anyone who has red this poem and has lost someone close to them can relate, because we think of our love d ones as angels.. i really enjoed this poem, and it made me think of my lost loved ones-thank you
i love this poem because it reminds me of my grandmother's heart break and joy that came from the loss of her child she was sad to see her go but she knew that she would be in gods hands
Sweet dreams my angel I can't stop singing this song My tears are accompanied by smiles For you won’t feel pain again I shed tears when I first read this poetry because it reminded me of someone. I like the way you placed the words, and I think these are the best words to cheer someone up. Thanks a lot, for making me to smile instead of crying.
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