strong, dark cappuccino sipped
in fragile cups.
Good Morning America on the television,
our newborn slept soundly,
our high school age son was sleeping too.
Then in an instant,
nothing felt the same.
Shattered lives,
shattered dreams,
images branded in our mind.
Hollow sadness, despair, tears flowing.
Ten years later,
our thoughts laced together,
endless conversations,
about this moment.
A moment of sacrifice ,
a moment of pride,
a moment of to unite us all.
It's sad how we have been united by such terrible loss. It seems sort of hopeless right now to me:( But, on a brighter note, you are a great poet. So, glad to know your blog!!
ReplyDeletei was in the air that day...and in light of recent news it is on the minds of many...
ReplyDeleteemotions of many expressed very well in your poem. what a privilege to get to know a talented poet as you.
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The contrast between peace and chaos perfectly expressed, ayala.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said.
ReplyDeleteI was supposed to be on a plane to NY that day, a memory that still echoes to this day.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Caroline.
ReplyDeleteWow Brian, how crazy is that....
ReplyDeleteThank you,Hope. You are very kind.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Talon.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mama Zen.
ReplyDeleteBelinda, I can imagine how you must have felt and how you still feel....
ReplyDeleteAyala, this is a very poignant poem, beautifully written. You should think about re-posting it for the tenth anniversary of 9/11, this year.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Leslie. I may do that..I appreciate it.
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