Today, it is not about politics, it is not about terrorism
today it is simply about remembering
the innocent people who died
for the ordinary people,
who were at work earning an honest dollar
and for those enjoying a day out as tourists
in the big apple
it's for those who never got to see
their mum’s or dad’s again
son’s and daughter’s
son’s and daughter’s
husbands, wives, sisters
brothers now missing
from christmas photos
aunties, uncles
blood relatives, best friends
all these people taken
in a man-made catastrophe
this is for every single emergency Service
this is for every single emergency Service
man and woman
who died doing their job
who died doing their job
skills driven by their passion to help others
and to those emergency workers
still here, who wake every morning
living the constant nightmare
waking in a cold sweat
to the now tuneless birds
outside their bedroom windows
It is for those innocent souls on the planes
It is for those innocent souls on the planes
who only had moments
to phone loved ones to say goodbye
if they were able to
with love, nothing but love heard in their voices
It’s for a nation
It’s for a nation
who will mourn this dark day forever
a skyline missing its twin towers
grief that only first-hand
can really ever be understood
a lifetime of sorrow and questions
of what ifs
and all for what?
as I write this
as I write this
I myself remember
exactly where I was
and what I was doing
on the other side of the pond
on what I can only describe as
the day the lights of the world went out
where the desperate screams echoed into space
and death and dust covered a great city
and indeed the world
let us be united
let us be united
united for those beautiful people
who were cruelly taken in a truly wicked fate
I remember that day, as if it was yesterday
the day the world lost its light and its hope
the day the world
the day the world
stopped and stared in...
silence and disbelief.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I post this every year for the People of New York and the World, we all lost something that day. 💔 I found the perfect art, it represents also the world today, very dark and for that I am deeply saddened.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A most somber, well written tribute to an event that we all wished we did not have to remember. Nicely worded and of proper tone it gives credit to those who perished that day. Very poignant Teddy
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret, I was in London surrounded by people whom were watching their colleagues perish, the family I worked for were American and worked in the economic world, also the twin towers. I worked on a road where TV anchors lived and I remember stopping one reporter (John Stapleton) in his taxi to Heathrow, my words were (please don't go, stay with your family) I remember his face because he must have thought I was either very rude or trying to distract his career but actually I was in shock and saw him simply as a father and a husband. ❤️
You are most welcome Teddy and I see why it became such a personal experience
Heartfelt tribute !
Nice poem
Thank you. 🌹
Dear Teddy, thank you for this heartfelt poem in memoriam for all who died on 9/11. Your eloquence pays homage to the families whose lives would never be the same, and to a nation that will never forget that horrific day.
Thank you so much dearest Bella, biggest of hugs on this day ❤️
Thank you for your loving heart!
Thank you for yours. 💜
Dearest poet and friend, this is powerful and reverent…you captured the innocence, the bravery, the mourning, and the collective memory of a day the whole world stopped. It’s a beautifully written remembrance. Well done and a fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my dear Tristan, a poem that I consider one of my most saddest. Biggest of hugs to you. 🌹
Great words Teddy about an awful occurrence. I too remember that day, I was working for a computer software company and was in an open plan office and the telephones were always ringing, that afternoon not one telephone rang.
Andy
Thank you dearest Andy, I always remember you telling me your story, thank you for sharing my dear friend. Biggest of hugs 🤗
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