Sept. 11th

...I feel bad for posting all this junk about 9 and not even mentioning September 11th.

I was only like, 5, or, 6, or something, on September 11th. My sister was about two weeks old. My brother hadn't been born yet. None of us remember it. My parents lost no one on that day.

I think. I don't know. I've never asked. But it's not like my parents cry every year on 9/11. They've never mentioned anyone.

But how would I know?

Still, I wonder if someday someone will create something great on September Eleventh, something that overshadows the horrible events that happened eight years ago. I hope so, because today should be taken at face value. (Not sure quite what I mean by that. :P) Anyhoo, I have a friend whose birthday is today. And there must be many others. To them, I say: happy birthday, even if today isn't necessarily happy. Hey, I never said I was a good psychiatrist. I hope I'm not being insensitive here. But anyways, I hope that we won't push away humor today just because it's 9/11. That's my two cents.

Edit: Found this poem here, but they don't know where they found it;

my whole world is falling down
nine one one, nine one one.
In smoke and debris our loved ones down
nine one one, we say.

husbands, brothers, sons, and dads
nine one one, nine one one.
wives, sisters, daughters, mams
all come to help that day.

senseless deaths from hate and war
NINE ONE ONE, NINE ONE ONE
In our homeland or yonder shore
When will it go away?

Our children need us to be there
nine one one, nine one one
To give them tender love and care
that drive their fears AWAY.