IN MEMORY OF 9/11/2001 -- EN MEMORIA DE 9/11/2001 -- 10 YEARS LATER: 2001 - 2011

A MEMORY

September 11th was a day no one will ever forget,

On September 11th a lot of loved ones died,

It made us realize how important everyone is in our eyes.

It was a day of Sadness,

It was a day of Fright,

It was a day like none other,

Every held hands and prayed together.

No matter our race,

No matter our age,

This is a memory everyone will remember,

A day where the whole world cried together,

We will always have this day in our hearts,

But we ask one question...

Why did it have to start?

IN LOVING MEMORY OF EVERYONE WHO DIED:

 FIREFIGHTERS, POLICE OFFICERS, FAMILY, FRIENDS, CO-WORKERS, CHILDREN, MOTHERS, FATHERS, BROTHERS, SISTERS, AUNTS, UNCLES, GRANDPARENTS, WIVES, HUSBANDS....

Poem Created by: Gabrielle Ramos

(PrincesaGrace's daughter)

Translation of my Titi's Poem

Sometimes as women we are complicated.
As women, we are emotional about everything,
We cry over just about anything, and we laugh about everything,
We sometimes wake up with our "moño parao" (Spanish expression meaning moody or cranky),
That no... one can stand us, stressed and in a bad mood,
We blame everything for making us cry,
Our sorrow is so great, that we couple it with what happened in our yesterdays,
Searching as to why there is so much pain,
There are no more tears to cry or think about,
Here come the children, they are so cute,
I have to clean the house, how cute it is,
A special touch in the kitchen for my dear love,
Oh Lord, God!, forget about today, don't worry -- about today's tears,
Its just things, things that are part of being a woman.

A Poem written by my Aunt -- Gracias Titi!!

Ser mujer somos complicada alguna veces.
Ser mujer, somos emocionadas en todo
Lloramos por nada, y nos reímos de todo
Nos levantamos algunas veces con el moño parao
Que nadie no nos soporta, de estrés y del mal humor
Lloramos todo el día sin saben él porque
Culpamos a todos por hacernos llorar
Nuestra pena es tan grande que juntamos lo de ayer
Buscando el porqué de tanto dolor
Ya no hay mas lagrima, para que llorar, y pensar
Ahí viene los niños, que lindo son
Tengo que arreglar la casa, que linda esta
un toque en la cocina para mi querido amor
!Señor Dios mio!, olvídate de hoy, no te preocupe - de lloro de hoy
Son cosa, cosa de ser una mujer