<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wise Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they called the role next morning<br>His was among the missing names.<br>So many of the Bravest<br>had perished in the flames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That firefighters’ widow<br>Had special reason to be sad: <br>The baby she was carrying<br>might never know his Dad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New Yorkers mourned the fallen, <br>even as they fought the flames.<br>The embers of September<br>would not cool for many days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In May of the year following<br>She took her little one<br>to his Father's graveside<br>to show his namesake son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wept for love remembered<br>And vowed to do her part<br>to see this child, who bore his name, <br>.would know her hero’s heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, there would be no pictures<br>On the refrigerator door<br>Of Dad and son together<br>wrestling on the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No photo at the little league-<br>He would miss his boy’s home run.<br>No Father -son catch in the yard<br>when the long work day’s done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boy would learn about his Dad<br>From her two older sons-<br>From photos in a album-<br>From Dad’s fire fighter chums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were stories she could tell him, <br> and some that she could not.<br>The tears that come at midnight<br>He could better do without.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Primarily he would meet him<br>in the rituals of the tribe.<br>There’s communion in the Pasta<br>There’s a silent sense of pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To never know a Father’s kiss<br>Or feel his warm embrace.<br>To carry on his father’s name<br>Yet not meet face to face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is the wise child’s burden-<br>To do the best he can.<br>Assemble the Mosaic<br>And finally know the man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Story of a 9/11 fire fighter who died in the towers, and his son who was born posthumously.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420330" data-title="Wise Child de John F. McCullagh" data-description="When they called the role next morning His was among the missing names. So many of the Bravest had perished in the flames. That firefighters’ widow Had special reason to be sad: The baby she was carrying might never know his Dad. New Yorkers ..."></div> </div> </div>

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