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November 01, 2007
I love you...
Always in my heart..
Kamila
September 10, 2007
I say
I'm feeling weak
But YOU will be my strenght
I say'
the path is steep
But YOU will hold my hand
I say
it's getting dark
But YOU will be my light
it's hard to see
But You will be my sight..

Six years...No day pass without thinkig about YOU...
I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE BROTHER...
September 05, 2007
My Little Brother!I miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Kamila
August 27, 2007
My whole world is falling down
Nine one one, nine one one.
In smoke and debris our loved ones drown
Nine one one, we say.

Husbands, brothers, sons, and dads
Nine one one, nine one one,
Wives and sisters, daughters, moms,
All come to help that day.

Senseless deaths from hate and war,
Nine one one, nine one one,
In our homeland or yonder shore,
When will it go away?

Our children need us to be there,
Nine one, one, nine one, one,
To give them tender love and care
that drives their fears away

I miss you...
May 18, 2007
Wish I Could See You One More Time
Come Walking Through My Door
But, I Know That Is Impossible
I Will Hear Your Voice No More
I Know You Can Feel My Tears
And You Don’t Want Me To Cry
Yet, My Heart Is Broken
Because I Can’t Understand Why
Someone So Precious Had To Die
I Pray That God Will Give Me Strength
And Somehow Get Me Through
As I Struggle With This Heartache
That Was Caused By Losing You

I Love You My Little Brother
Kamila
May 18, 2007
Dear Lukasz
Please come back...
I miss you so much...
I even don't know if I still remember Your voice...I am so afraid that I wiil forget small details about You...It is so hard without you....
I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE BROTHER
KAMILA
April 14, 2007
Two towers stood side-by-side so high in the air

So strong, so commanding, so proud to be there

Completing a landscape now frozen in time

A part of the old New York City skyline

How can we forget that a part of us died?

When freedom and evil were forced to collide

The towers were hit, but our hearts crashed as well

The moment our freedom and liberty fell

Trapping Americans deep in its core

Pushing once peace to the onset of war

Collapsing so strong and so fast on our peers

Evoking our gravest and darkest of fears

Shaking our foundation and causing the slide

The most valuable loss was that from inside

Our Mothers and Fathers once bright and alive

Helped our sisters and brothers fight to survive

Our friends and cousins fought hard to pull through

As our sons and daughters did the best they could do

Americans watched in horror, hands tied to prevent

The avalanche of humanity brought down to cement

Now side-by-side, new strength rose in the towers place

Men and women working at a hurried, frantic pace

Through piles and piles of wreckage and debris

Hoping that more survivors is what they would see

Americans banning together, soaring flags, showing pride

Looking to a higher power, so thankful to be alive

Struggling with torment and helpless feelings of unrest

Certainly our great Nation had received its ultimate test

And as the world watched and prayed, counting the days

Offering help in so many astounding, inspirational ways

A miracle happened; the ruble and debris began to rise

American's watched in amazement, not believing their eyes

White, billowy wings surfaced - breaking through the ground

Spirals and spirals of bright, beautiful light danced around

They're Angels, my God! Wings upon wings soaring to be free

Flapping, ascending, flying through the space the towers use to be

Dancing and laughing, smiling and singing as they rise through the air

Thanking, applauding, kissing America for the freedom that we share

As tears befall the eyes of those distressed and pained to see them go

They offer up their hearts, their strength and most importantly their souls

For America they fly so high, so far, as they flutter their good-byes

For they are our Heroes, our greatest sacrifice, our towers of angels in the skies


Yea are my Hero
I love you my little Brother...
April 14, 2007
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven.
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat."

They settle down in seats of clouds,
A man named Martin shouts out proud,
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."

From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."

"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores.

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day.

"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"

Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must

Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."

Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see 20 tears,
I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."

"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.

All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together as one.”

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.
April 13, 2007
Dear Lukasz
Please please come to me in my dreams...I miss you...I miss you so much...
Love
Kamila
January 27, 2007
My Little Brother!
I would love to write in Polish but my note will not go through...But it is so strange to "talk" to You in english...
I'm sick. I have some kind of virus or flu:-( But I can't sleep...I talked to our friend Patryk today,he has a daughter Zuzia,she has just turned one.She is very cute.She looks like her dad:-) It makes me think about You...You would be such a great father...Lukaszku it is so hard without You:-( I can't stop thinkig about all the things You're missing...I would like to hug You just one more time...I would like to hear You one more time...I would love to see a movie with You...I would love to dance with You...I would love You to play with Maya and Lily...I miss You so much...It still so hard simply being alive without You...
I want You to know that I will love You forever..Always in my heart..Always...

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