I wrote this the week of 9-11-01 I copywrited it. I read a lot of poems that week and I never saw one like this. I think it is a pretty decent read.
The Radio woke her up with a start -
The voice from the box was speaking with heart.
A plane he said had crashed into the tower –
Another into the other, it happened this hour.
She arose with anticipation –
She listened along with the rest of the nation.
Her head was pounding; her eyes had a bruise –
She listened in pain to the rest of the news.
Her husband fought fire with passion and glory –
She knew he was there and listened to the story.
Many were dead, the innocent and the brave –
She hoped, deep down, one was her husband, Dave.
A strong man with the strength of ten –
An angry man, who beat her again and again.
She turned on the TV and sat up in her bed –
She sat in silence waiting to hear who and how many were dead.
With a cracked rib and a broken arm –
She watched as many ran from harm.
She continued to watch, Still in her nightgown -
When the day was over, the shock wore down.
The phone call she got was filled with despair –
She sat and listened and pretended to care.
No more slaps and no more hits –
He won’t be around any longer to work off his fits.
It was only then when she started to cry –
While the country mourned she began living her lie.
She mocked sadness and horror as people would call-
She nodded and wept; she had fooled them all.
For she on that Tuesday was given a freedom that she never knew –
While hundreds screamed and cried she knew what she had to do.
She covered her bruises, like she had done before –
This time with hope for something much, much, more.
A life she could live without threats and fear –
She looked in the mirror and she cried her first happy tear.