Poetry & Spoken Word

For the Children of the World Trade Center Victims

Sep 11, 2015
"This poem is trying to reach your mother/ in her business skirt, and get her home/ to Ridgewood where she can change/ to her robe and sip Chamomile tea/ as she looks through the bay window at the old,/ untouched New York City skyline."
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