I Remember …
I remember…
September 11, 2001
the morning my son fearfully
phoned to let me know
we were under attack
I recall…
the shock I felt when I turned
on the TV and saw a Boeing 767
purposely fly into the Twin Towers
after another airliner had flown
into the high rise fifteen
minutes earlier
I was glued…
to the television wherever
I went to get reports of what
was happening in New York
Once the buildings began
to collapse, reporters joined
others running to escape debris
falling down around them
Choking dust created an ash
filled darkness
I devoured…
live broadcasts and eye witness
accounts of rescues and bravery
I wanted to learn of survival stories
not only from those in the Big
Apple but from Washington D.C.
where the Pentagon was struck
Unable to help, all I could do
was pray
I consumed…
tales of courage, like Flight 93
when passengers prevented
hijackers from using the plane
as a bomb
It cost them their lives when
they crashed into an empty field
They were true heroes
Twenty Years Later…
I still want to hear…
about miracles straight
from survivors’ mouths
People who were rescued
after being pinned beneath
the concrete rubble
The ones who crawled
through mazes of mangled
metal and broken cement
to find the light of day
I grieve…
with those who still mourn
Several courageous men
and women sacrificed their
lives for others at that time
and their stories should not
be forgotten
I am reminded…
how patriotism erupted
when I see a magazine cover
from that time display three
firemen who raised the United
States flag above Ground Zero
A photo taken at a candlelight
vigil illustrated how the American
Spirit burst forth
The picture shows a young girl
sitting atop her father’s shoulders
holding a U.S. flag high above
her head
We filled churches and prayed
We rallied around those
in need and the world came
to our aid
I will never forget…
how united we were
and how we showed evil
they did not win that day
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