A poem about the 12-11-01 that happened to this great country.

Mother's father's Brother' sister's
Don't cry for us.
For we all are in a better place.
We are with him, who created you and us.
So don't cry for us.

But lift your heads and hands too the skys, and praise him.
That give us too you. We have all got our wings now and fly with the Angles.
That watch over averyone for us.
so don't cry for us.

For someday we all can fly together and be as one as we were on your world. So Please don't cry for us. Because I'm with the on that created all that is to come, and all too be.