weekend: September 11th
by Mommy Hobbies
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My friend, Ana, and I were chatting and she mentioned 9/11. Was I going to do a post? To be honest, I hadn’t even thought of it…but I should have.
It’s the 10 year anniversary. I’m a little boggled by this fact. Ten years ago and I can still remember where I was at. In bed, asleep. My dad called, he lives there in NYC, he was very upset. My mind was fuzzy and I kind of bumped into my dresser trying to steady myself, the phone to my ear, listening to some of the worst news America has heard in a while. The rest of the day our radios were on.
My emotions were high because my aunts, cousin, grandfather, father, and since passed, step-mom lived there. And I had just returned from a month’s stay. The Twin Towers was where I hung out. Well, the Atrium to be exact. I loved walking through Battery Park and then catching a bite to eat in the food court. I was there only a couple months before the attack.
My step-mother had a friend who lost his life saving others on the fateful day. His name was Steve. Steve O. Here is a poem she wrote in his honor.
Tears In A Bottle (Sept. 11th)
For my friend Steve O, who died saving others
The candle of love was lit too late,
and God put our tears in a bottle.
If love for our fellows, were here to stay
would the infinite tears we cried that day,
quench the hot fires of hate?
Twisted metal, jagged glass, photographs torn in two.
Fathers, mothers, daughters and sons
unborn children, we never knew.
And God put our tears in a bottle.
Infinite dreams, and shattered hope
blown away on the wind, in billows of smoke.
Hot searing anger, is born of pain.
Unfathomed agony, shattered lives,
A tombstone of mega tons.
And God puts our tears in a bottle.
Copyright 2002 Bea Smith-Simmons
Never forget. It was at that point our nation banded together. Religious views and politics aside. We were united by the simple strand of humanity. Suffering, traumatized, wounded humanity. Then we forgot — again.