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Remembering
SEPTEMBER 11th
I can see that strangely silent space
Though I haven't been there...
I seem to hear spirits whispering
And voices crying
And I remember too well sights
I would rather forget
Bodies falling
Fire tearing structures apart
People running blindly
Fear overcoming feet
And the terror, the terror
That gripped everyone, near and far
Is that the father of dead sons
Who keeps his lonely vigil still?
I will not pass that wall
That holds faces of those lost
For I know that I will weep
But then, I'm already weeping now
And even though I only see it in my mind
My horror hasn't diminished
I hear screams of broken families
Of dreams and lives that died
And of too many who vanished
That awful, fateful day
Will that yawning, empty space
That once held tons of debris
Be filled with people living ordinary lives
Will there be laughter there again?
Will that vast, desolate space
Ever forget September 11th? Will I?
~Helena Fernz~
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