Today is a tough day for many New Yorkers as we reflect on those tragic events of September 11th. So many lives and families were lost. I think we all recall where we were when this catastrophic event occurred. These pictures were taken just 7 months after the tragedy. Since ground zero was not accessible these are of the surrounding buildings.
This is a beautiful poem by Alan Siris
The area where the towers once stood.
A memorial banner visitors were signing.
Our names are written at the top "Michael & Donna".
The front of this church was damaged.
There was a beautiful sky, that September day.
I woke up hoping, it would always stay that way.
This was "Nine Eleven," Two Thousand One,
This was "Nine Eleven," Two Thousand One,
the day the terrorist atrocity was done.
They attacked our city that belonged to every race;
They attacked our city that belonged to every race;
we didn't know how many planes, there were to face.
The "Trade Towers" were struck, the time to escape was clear;
The "Trade Towers" were struck, the time to escape was clear;
yet "Heroes" charged up "those stairwells," despite the fear.
By "end of day" there was loss, we could not bear,
By "end of day" there was loss, we could not bear,
while "Ground Zero" smoldered, and poisoned the air.
Thousands of funerals took place, one by one.
Thousands of funerals took place, one by one.
Eulogies searched for reasons, but there were none.
This was the time the world ended as we knew it.
This was the time the world ended as we knew it.
The news had us watch and repeatedly view it.
Our hope was restored by those who "First Responded."
Our hope was restored by those who "First Responded."
By their brave sacrifice, we are all now bonded.
I was humbled by one Fireman, who searched the rubble.
I was humbled by one Fireman, who searched the rubble.
He was helping families, in their final trouble.
Burned red on his face, his wife clutching his arm,
Burned red on his face, his wife clutching his arm,
he still stood ready for the next, emergency alarm.
We went on with our lives as the site was fallowed,
We went on with our lives as the site was fallowed,
because they watched over, this ground that was hallowed.
In our prayers is the family of John M. Sbarbaro from Brooklyn, NY who worked for Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center. Let us remember all those victims and the first responders who sacrified their lives, and unite to remember 9/11.
In our prayers is the family of John M. Sbarbaro from Brooklyn, NY who worked for Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center. Let us remember all those victims and the first responders who sacrified their lives, and unite to remember 9/11.
10 comments:
Such a heart-warming post, and touching photos. What a neat tribute.
Hugs,
Terry
The pictures are very moving! Our flags at work today will be at half mast. We should never forget and still say prayers for the families!
Beautiful Donna. Many prayers for all.
Donna what a lovely. We will never forget xo
Beautiful. I will never forget that day with my husband woking in the City and trying to reach him and we had no contact. My stepbrother works in the City as well so it was a horrible day for me in many ways but at least my husband came home safe and my stepbrother. Very shaken but safe.
Cynthia
Wonderful poem and moving pictures. Yes, I will always remember where I was that September morning that started out so beautiful and ended so tragically. Praying for all those affected.
This is a lovely tribute/remembrance, Donna. Thank you for sharing it.
This is a very touching tribute, Donna. Thank you for sharing this. A day we will always remember for so many lives sacrificed, so many heroes. xx
Lovely remembrance. I have a cousin that should have been at his desk on the 91 floor but a problem at home made him late and he came up from the subway just in time to see the plane hit his building.
Such a horrible day for so many and one that will not be forgotten for generations I'm sure.
A beautiful tribute.
May we never forget.
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