Today is a day I reflect.
Just like Alan Jackson’s song:
Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September Day…
I think most of us can recall where we were, what we were doing, and stopped as our world changed.
I can remember… I had dropped the oldest two off at school, listening to the radio (going in and out on our back roads), catching phrases: New York City, Plane, Trade Center.
I got home and turned on the TV to the news station to see the horror and then the second plane and then the falling of those towers. Every year, I think about those lost and I think about those who responded. Police, Fire, EMS, strangers. I remember our country uniting. As a writer I was lost for words, just an overwhelming sadness. About a week later, I was able to write. 🙂 Us writers always find a way, don’t we. While I’m not the best at poetry, it came out that way. I would like to share that with you again this year.
September 11th… Never Forget
I wear this ribbon upon my chest
Close to my heart to show the rest
That I won’t forget the ones who were lost
They paid with their lives, the ultimate cost
It’s for the cries of thousands without a sound
And for the cries of a country when the buildings came down
To show that when the dust settled and cleared
A faint song is what you could hear
As the days pass the song does grow
You can see it, hear it where ever you go The bells around the world for freedom ring
Voices can be heard for freedom they sing
For once America is a country united we stand
The song rings out from a freedom land
So for the people from the tragedy of a Tueday morn
You didn’t die in vain, our country was reborn.
by Tracey M. Cox (2001)