It was first grade.
I was only seven.
I sat at my tiny desk.
The ground began shaking.
I looked at my teacher-
Who's nameplate fell to the floor.
What had just happened?
I found out when I got home.
It was all over the news.
So many pictures.
Bloody faces, crying babies...
Half the building gone.
My mom, sister and I
Sat quietly while crying.
Next day at school
We had a moment of silence.
On the news I saw more pictures-
Smiling faces of those killed.
Once again I was crying,
Staring in disbelief.
They found the man responsible-
Lethal injection six years later.
Finally some closure.
I am now satisfied.
Summer of 2002
I visited the Oklahoma City Nat. Memorial.
The 168 glowing chairs-
I saw the moon in the reflecting pool.
I cried yet again
And left a flower on the memorial fence.
This year marked eight years.
April 19th passed without my tears.
I remembered the victims
And prayed for their families.
God bless Oklahoma City
And all who remember.
PLEASE VISIT:
www.oklahomacitynationalmemorial.org---to make a donation
www.okcbombing.org---to learn more
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