It was my day off, and I was just sat at home,chilling
I'd cleaned up the house, and finished some drilling.
Pictures to hang that symbolized life,
The pictures I saw next cut through like a knife.
Mid afternoon, around two thirty-three
My youngest son grinning, was sat on my knee.
I glimpsed at the TV and strained to hear,
My stomach sank quickly with horror and fear.
The sadness that unfolded was tragic to watch,
And with child on my knee I grabbed for a 'Scotch'
Disaster, then Disaster appeared in my gaze
Then the shock set in,..then a 'Mania' phase.
Could this be happening or was it a dream
This was truly happening... or so it did seem.
SIX years on.... this day is here once again
And the sadness i felt then is here and will remain.
To those souls who died on this terrible day
my thoughts are with you, i would just like to say.