The Eagle Weeps Poem by Jacquie StewartHeimann

(September 11,2001)

We cry, we weep, we cannot sleep
The images embedded in our souls
Of roaring flames and towers crumbling
Of people screaming, bodies falling
Tear stained faces searching
For a glimpse, a sound, a hope
Of loved ones lost, lives in the balance
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Sons, daughters, husbands, wives
Nieces, nephews, neighbors, friends
Missing, lost, dying in the devastation
We shed tears that cannot stop
As we pray over loved ones graves
And in the breeze our flag gently waves
We watch, we mourn
The world united in quiet sympathy
As the eagle weeps
Over a standing, undivided nation