We woke to a normal day.
all the constant and familiar things
that mark the beginning of another day.
Who knew that day would be different?
We saw the news.
Images forever frozen in our minds,
as our world crashed down around us.
Images of people dying before our eyes
we were immoblized, helpless,
even the heroes who stormed to the battle
were turned back
or devoured by the dragon.
We stared in disbelief,
at what the day had wrought.
We wept, we watched, we prayed.
would things be the same, for any of us.
So many lives forever changed,
on the day the sky showered steel and concrete,
the day, for a few moments, that the world stood still
Life, as we had known it, was rendered extinct.
We remember still, we weep, we pray.
We grieve for what was lost-
The lives, the dreams, the innocence.
We commemorate the date,
forever etched in the annals of time.
That fateful day
Forever marking a time when all the world
turned its eyes our way,
and as time passes, the sorrow fades a bit
until another September creeps in
and once again, we remember.
We will always, always
Rose S. Williams~Southernstoryteller
Sunday, September 11, 2011
We Remember ~ A poem in honor of those lost on 9/11/01~
The photos below were taken on Sept 2009 from a memorial set up on the UF Plaza of the Americans. There is a flag in memory of every life lost on that fateful day.
I am what I am, no more, no less :) I love to write poems, stories, creative nonfiction pieces. I've lived in the Deep South all my life (Georgia & Florida) so much of my inspiration has a Southern slant to it :) I write what comes into my head, often through my heart. Writing is therapeutic and very necessary for me as a means of understanding the world and my place in it.