I went to work this morning like any other day.
My son, Josh, kissed me and sent me on my way.
Katie, she’s 10, handed me my keys and my purse.
She got an A in science and wants to be a nurse.
The radio show on the way in was really funny,
They had some NYU kids doing stunts for money.
The drive in to work this morning was really light,
And I can’t wait for Jon and my “special date” tonight.
Down the street, and I pulled into the underground lot.
I got the place at the front entrance, my favorite spot.
The sweet old doorman held open the big glass doors.
He smiled warmly as I said “Good Morning, George”.
I rode up with my boss Eric, and we chatted about his life.
He showed me pictures of his new grandson and loving wife.
Katie called to ask if she could go after school to see Liz.
“Have a good day Mommy!” and I replied “Sweetie, It already is!”
I got to my desk, checked messages, and turned on my PC,
It hummed to life and showed me a desktop of the sea.
Jon and I always said we would get away
But that ocean cruise would wait for another day.
The building shook and I fell to the floor.
I could see flames shooting pass my office door.
The black smoke choked out the sunlight
Then Eric ran in to see if I was alright.
For what seemed an eternity, we were trapped in that room
Then a second plane hit the other building with a big boom.
We heard a scream in the hallway, they could not escape flames
We saw them burn at our door; I wish I could remember their names.
The building moved then and we slid toward the open window
We heard others though the smoke; their screams to a crescendo
Another scream and I saw Eric go over the edge to be free.
I prayed to anyone listening “I want to live, please save me!”
I will see my husband, son, and daughter no more.
As I fall from the collapsing eighty second floor.
I thought of this, my life, my final day.
And I wondered who could attack in this cowardly way.
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