I Remember the Day When Earth Fell

Often the young children will come to me and ask, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"

I will look to them and say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."

I remember the screaming people, the panicking outcries of a billion voices clamoring against the vastness of extinction. 

I remember the airships that took us to the sky and beyond, breaking free from our doomed world and into the infinite blackness of space.

I remember staring out my window, screaming in fear at the blazing gunfire streaming from the monstrous airships in hot pursuit.

I remember my father holding me close as he always did, whispering, "Have no fear, child, for we will live to see another year." 

I remember witnessing the bombs being dropped, sealing our exile with blinding white light.

So when they come to me, those young ones with hungry minds, and ask me, "Do you remember the day when Earth fell?"

As always I will look to them and kindly say, "Yes, for my memory still serves me well."