In Rememberance
If you know me, please don't send me posts or emails about this day. I am incapable of forgetting. I lived through it and it is hard for me to see the replays of the images and hear again the broadcasts from that day. Though only on the fringes and by no means endangered, that day was a trauma for me that still surfaces at just it's mention.
I thank God I am here this day and mourn for those that are not. Those that had no choice and those that had to make a hard one, the families they left behind and those brave souls still suffering mentally or physically because of that act of terrorism. Below are the poems I have written in tribute: The first as I was walling through Central Park when we were informed the trains were again functioning and we could go home, stunned as to what had happened and stunned by the people just playing or sunbathing in the park. The second a year later.
God Bless and may none of us have to live through such a thing again.
Danielle
The Fall of World Trade
Fiery death
Rains from the sky
As captive souls descend
Colliding with the pillars
Of the World,
The pyre from which
The Phoenix must ascend
and Freedom withstand
Jealousy's vicious assault.
Though innocence is sacrificed
On the alter of global politics,
Democracy will not follow
In its footsteps.
Danielle Ackley-McPhail
(c) 9/11/2001
Living Tribute
Deep into the pit
the procession wends its way
in solemn silence
and remembrance of valor...
of sacrifice...
of despair.
From the depths the soulful sound
of pipers pays tribute to the fallen,
as families of the victims
denounce the ghost of terror
in the footprint of the pillars...
the pyre...
the crypt
Flags and faces
raise defiantly
to the terrorists of the world.
Our country stands,
a living monument to the memories
of our fallen.
Danielle Ackley-McPhail (c)9/11/2002