Too Far Away

© 2002 Andrea Ross-Greene

Your wife's name is Patty, you were Dorothea's daddy
You gave hugs to everybody as you walked out the door
You couldn't have imagined how close you'd be to heaven
On September 11 on the 97th floor
The family expected you to come home late that day
Little did they know you would be too far away

As you drank your cup of coffee at the office that morning
It came crashing through the building like a giant wrecking ball
The firemen tried to get through but they just couldn't get you
You knew there'd be no rescue so you made that final call
In that conversation you told your wife that day
You would not be coming home - you were too far away

Why did you go to work that day? Why couldn't you have gone in late?
I can't believe you're a victim of a madman's rage and you're not here today.

We thank you for your caring ways and for the love you freely gave
We'll remember your laughter your bear hugs and your smile
Your children will know you through the stories told about you
We can still see your reflection in their bright and sparkling eyes
And as you watch us from above we hope you know that you are loved
Your memory will never be too far away.