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9/11 Day of Remembrance


So, September 11, 2001. Man, that was a day of days. I had just had a new baby three months and one day prior. I was asleep and the phone rang. My stepdad answered and told me the phone was for me. I get to the phone (my now ex-husband, our two kids and I were living with my mom and terminally ill stepfather) and to my shock and amazement, it was my then husband's older sister. At the time, my ex's family called me by a nickname I no longer use. A name I kinda gave myself. For the sake of this true story, though, I'll use my real name.

"Rosalyn! Did you hear about what happened?"

"No, I just woke up. What's going on?"

"A plane just crashed into one of the twin towers!"

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah, they're saying it was on purpose!"

"Oh my God!"

I picked up my three-month-old and went downstairs to the den. I got the remote and turned on the TV. I turned it to a news station, and the world just stood still. There, on television, was a building with black smoke billowing out. I shook my head and almost forgot I was holding the phone. I just clutched my tiny baby to my chest. What was happening to the place that once held so much promise? Why were we under attack? My sister-in-law broke my thoughts.

"I can't believe this is happening. I'm scared they might call D-- (her husband) back into service. They might even start the draft again. M--- (my ex) might be drafted in! I'm so scared for my husband and baby brother!"

"Oh my God, I hadn't even thought of that!"

"I knew something like this would happen someday. It was inevitable. I just never thought I'd see it in my lifetime."

"Me neither."

As we spoke, we both grew silent and watched in horror as another plane deliberately turned and flew into the other Twin Tower. My jaw dropped and my eyes grew wide. Same as they are now as I type this, just remembering it. It was such an evil, surreal scene. What the hell did we just watch? It was far scarier than any action film. This was REAL, and it was happening on NATIONAL FRIGGIN' TELEVISION!

"Rosalyn, DID YOU SEE THAT?"

"I was just about to ask you that!"

"Oh my God. I'm gonna hang up. I have to process this!"

I sat and watched for as long as I could. I watched while I breastfed my baby. I only stopped watching when my two-year-old (they would turn three in less than a month) woke up and was hungry. After I fed them, I took both of my babies downstairs, and though I turned the television to the cartoons for my kids, I kept flipping back to the news for further updates. The Pentagon was hit. A plane went down in Pennsylvania. The towers fell. Other buildings near the towers fell. 

That day, the world stopped, and I can't forget. 

So, in honor of that day, here are two poems I wrote in remembrance. This is for the 2,996 people who died on that day. Blessings to all who read this, and thank you for your time.


Never Forget


Never Forget...

The tears or the screams

The horror, terror, agony, confusion

The shock, the anger, the wondering

The grief, the watching, the waiting...


Never Forget...

How the buildings collapsed

How the Pentagon was hit

How the plane crashed in Pennsylvania

How he went from reading to a class full of children

To looking concerned

 

Never Forget...

How we pulled together

How we all cried together

How we comforted each other

How we pulled for one another

How hate turned to love

How peace turned to war

 

Never Forget...

The one we're looking for

Who took away our calm

And turned it into fear

Who took away our laughter

And turned it into tears

Who took away our comfort

And turned it into suspicion

 

Never Forget...

How a few months turned into years

How life goes on, but we still worry

How they still fight despite many protests

How they miss their loved ones dearly

How they think of their families' freedom

When they fire off their guns

How they're afraid that this may be their last day

But they still fight with tears in their eyes

 

Never Forget...

That prayers are the least we can do

For the families who suffered loss

For the people who survived

For the troops still overseas

And for those of us who pray it never happens again.

 

© September 10, 2004

So Glad I Listened

 

So glad I listened

To the voice in my head

Telling me to call in

Stay home with my family

Enjoy all I have

Bask and be grateful

 

So glad I listened

To what was in my heart

“No Towers today,” I said

As I lifted my baby

With a smile on my face

And a sweet song in my heart

 

So glad I listened

When I stopped my husband

From going out the door

I asked him to stay home

Change his clothes

And have a family day

 

So glad I listened

To instincts that told me

Don’t turn on the TV yet

Don’t listen to the radio

Only say prayers of thanks

Only be glad you stayed home

 

When we finally heard

Sometime before noon

We could only stare

Stare in disbelief

Stare in shock

Share the abject grief

 

We called our families

We ensured them we were home

We held our little baby

We held onto each other

We thought of our friends at work

Friends we would never see again

 

We thought of months of work

Up in flames or flying in the air

We saw the news reports

Saw people jumping

Saw people plummeting

We could only imagine their fear

 

So glad I listened

I’m thankful, really

For had I not done that

I wouldn’t be here now

My husband would be gone

Our baby would be alone

 

We had to listen

Sometimes you just should

It’s not being selfish

It’s not being careless

For sometimes listening

May save your very life

 

Rosie P.

© 9/10/2017

8:07 AM



 

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