In the WTC wounded and trapped as I lay
And help being far far away
I tried to comfort those who in pain groaned
And prayed for those who no longer moaned

As time ticked away in screams, smoke and fire
Half awake, I found myself left with no other desire
Than to meet my four year old child, my young Miss
And to give her my last farewell kiss

Half awake, I remembered her playing on the shore
Picking up pebbles and shells from the sandy floor
And where like a pirate plundering merchant ships
Honey of her cheek I had plundered with my lips

I remembered, after the sunset my daughter and I
Talked about the clouds, the rainbow and the blue sky-
When she pointed to the sky over the horizon that was partly red
To ask if that was where a passing cloud had bled

I remembered how merrily she chatted on the way
From the shore to the cemetery where her mother silently lay
And under her watchful eyes I prayed to the divine powers
And placed on the grave a few fragrant flowers

Often the tree is cut to save the seed
Often the bud is left alone without the gardener, easy to read
Yet difficult to understand are destiny’s decrees, as the WTC from top
Collapsed, I prayed, “Please someone receive her at the school bus stop!”