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After The Towers Fell

I can still see their faces, in the hallways of my mind
I can still feel the traces, of the love they left behind...
As the skyline changed and the whole world was rearranged
After the towers fell, we did rise.

I can still feel the blazing warmth as it touches New York's skin
I can still hear the thousands prayers as each new day does begin
When the skyline changed and the whole world was rearranged
After the towers fell, we did rise.

And they cannot be forgotten,
And I will not look away
Their souls remain, forever
In the memories replayed
Over and over
In the playgrounds of our minds
After the towers fell, we did rise.

There's a strength in every weakness, there's a hope in every storm
There's a way to stay resilient, and to shelter us from harm
There's a path that we have chosen, as we dry our tear filled eyes...
After the towers fell, we did rise

There's a need for quiet healing, as the years go, sadly, by
And it's true we keep believing, when we gaze into the sky,
That angels, they do guide US, while the eagle sweetly flies
After the towers fell, we did rise...
After we witnessed hell...we survived...
Yes, after the towers fell, we DID rise.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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I am compelled each year to honor those who were lost to the events of 9/ it by listening to the 'Reading of the Names'...or writing about the tragic day, I do so in their memory. While it is but one day
the whole nation hears all their names spoken aloud, to be set adrift on a late summer's breeze...I am certain their names are told in a million
stories, everyday, by those who loved them and lost them, to such senseless evil. God bless the families who struggle everyday to rebuild.

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  • Mervyn Graham (3/4/2014 6:07:00 AM)

    I found the writing of my poem (as you have read) rather a catharsis experience as the images of that day still live with me. I was viewing from the comfort of my sofa in front of the tv safe in another country, how must Newyorkers.

    Once again my dear your work makes mine look like scribblings.

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  • Anthony Burkett (1/26/2014 3:46:00 PM)

    Sweet and remorsefully heartfelt... with a patriotic resilience that is uncommon in today's rhetoric... your pen makes me proud to call you a fellow countryman... well done Susan!

  • Danny Draper (10/23/2013 3:45:00 AM)

    Triumphant and defiant. Not much else to say that has not already been said. A loving and heartfelt dedication that only a local could write truly.

  • Chloe Yvon (10/8/2013 3:36:00 PM)

    This is truly beautiful. You captured the event so well. This poem brought tears. I think it a lovely sentiment that you find some way every year to remember. Events like this should not cripple us, but they should not be forgotten either.

  • Leria Hawkins (10/1/2013 11:33:00 AM)

    Lovely, Susan...absolutely lovely.

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