The Twins

I remember that morning

so clear and well.
The taste of cranberry juice was on my lips
as I heard the giggles and saw the smiles from my brothers
 as we ran down the carpeted stairs,
urging my mom to turn on the TV.
Our favorite show was on.
My brothers’ happy matching faces snuggled with me on the couch.
I sat between the twins.
I watched my mom’s face drop as she stared at the screen.
She gasped and gawked,
while I sat there innocently.
It took me a minute to actually see what she saw.
I saw a towering couple
and I saw fire and I saw smoke,
and I felt this awful feeling
somewhere down in my throat.
My brother’s were ignorant of what was happening that day.
So I held tight to the twins.