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Liz Ambrico

Liz Ambrico

Writing warrior, future published author, mentor, blogger, and coffee & chocolate lover with a passion for romance and fantasy. Get to know me at wordytips.com.

An Ordinary Tuesday

2 min readSep 10, 2025

September 11th 2001

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I wrote this poem, through the eyes of my then ten-year-old son, to serve as a reminder of the tragic events of 9/11 and to all those celebrating a 9/11 birthday!

A child born upon a day, just like any other

Born to joyful, loving parents, a father and a mother

So many just like me were born across the nation

Never knowing that this day would rock our whole foundation

A sunny, clear, and peaceful day it started out the same

Like each and every other day, to work the people came

Within a span of fleeting minutes, the planes crashed one by one

The World Trade Center and the Pentagon, targets they had become

Turning ten upon this day I was happy as could be

I did not know the happenings or the tragedy

I only knew I couldn’t wait to open presents and have cake

I wanted to get home from school so I could celebrate

Police officers and firemen with emergency personnel

Tried to rescue others before the buildings fell

The day had turned to darkness although the sun still shone

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The planes had come, the towers fell, New York was all alone

Then came the huge dust cloud of rubble and debris

Fragments of invincible strength, a national catastrophe

Wreckage, death, and terror reigned beneath the sun

A cataclysmic day September 11, 2001

I had birthday cake, and opened gifts, while my country faced disaster

I could tell my mother’s heart was beating that much faster

Heroes were born among the ash and bravery abound

The sky was free of airplanes you could not hear a sound

Then came the funerals and services to pay our last respects

A scary time for Americans who did not know what to expect

We haven’t been attacked again we got through that dreadful time

I wonder if these horrific scenes will always haunt our minds

My birthday will come every year, and on that special day

I’ll reflect upon the heartbreak so many felt in their own way

I share a special bond with the others in my nation

Who celebrate their birthday with sorrow, yet elation!

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Liz Ambrico
Liz Ambrico

Written by Liz Ambrico

Writing warrior, future published author, mentor, blogger, and coffee & chocolate lover with a passion for romance and fantasy. Get to know me at wordytips.com.