
On the 20th anniversary of 9/11,
Who Can Forget?
Our nation’s loss of innocence,
a class parents’ meeting at elementary school,
the nurse whispering in the principal’s ear,
one mom fleeing upon hearing the news
implementing the emergency call system,
watching annihilation in real time,
screaming and crying at the t.v.,
clinging to my three-month old baby,
rushing my triplet seven year olds home,
my son vowing to become a soldier,
praying for my husband who worked in Manhattan,
fielding concerned calls from across the country,
learning that a friend ran to the city to canvas hospitals
while her children stayed at a neighbor’s
for days,
hugging my husband when he walked in the door,
witnessing smoke curling into the heavens
from an altered skyline,
passing empty cars in parking lots,
working at a childrens boutique,
crying with customers who were dressing their children
for parents’ funerals,
learning whose spouses came home
and whose didn’t,
attending the funeral for my friend’s husband,
and recognizing how unspeakable horror
wreaks everlasting destruction
on hearts, minds and lives.