In a fleeting moment, a split second, in the blink of an eye
The darkest of clouds covered a once bright morning sky.
Innocence lost, to its very core now shattered,
Yet a nation prevailed, although a little bruised and a little battered.
Those few that tried to kill a spirit so pure and so strong,
Thought that they had succeeded, but were soon proven wrong.
From out of the ashes, a new strength was soon to be found,
Countless heroes emerged as our world fell to the ground.
Strangers helping strangers; soon new friendships began,
What a true testament to the real brotherhood of man.
As we rebuild and regain what was so suddenly lost,
We never forget those who paid the ultimate cost.
Your name among thousands lost on that September day,
Never alone or in pain, but at peace now I pray.
As the years pass by one after the other,
We learn to exist, but can we ever fully recover?
That fleeting moment, split second, that blink of an eye,
So many lost without a chance to say goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem