I still recall that dreadful autumn day,
When terror raged throughout our streets and skies,
As hatred's force appeared to thrust its way
Across our land with planes and tortured cries.
In disbelief, we watched pure evil soar
And rip apart the fabric of our lives.
While others scoff and may deny death's score,
The loss of loved ones fails to be contrived.
Yet we who gather on this solemn morn,
All count these passing years with longed-for peace.
We know the weight this tragedy has borne,
And pray for understanding’s sweet release.
Although, for some, denial still persists,
That autumn day must never be dismissed...
9/11/2026
The Words That Got to Me
Across our land with planes and tortured cries. *Although the sight of those planes crashing into the World Trade Centers were appalling, it was the SOUND of the humans that just gutted me. Perhaps that's the musician in me, but I found the anguished screams just unbearable. Although, for some, denial still persists, *No doubt descendants of the people who claimed the Holocaust never happened, either.
This is a stoic-yet-emotionally charged reminder that we are STILL, as humans, trying to process the atrocity that befell us. The surreality of its occurrence lingers, despite the two-and-a-half decades that have ensued. This is a beautifully done sonnet, indeed. (I knew I'd love it. xoxo)