Historically Looking Back Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Historically looking through a photographic memory, seeing images
of years ago, remembering them all just as vividly as if they're
happening right this moment.

Seeing a three-stage rocket on a black and white television, amazed
that it could be real and happening right before our very eyes also
watching Kruschev, shoe in his hand, pounding it on his desk.

A little mind wondering why a grown-up would do such a thing, Elvis
Presley on the Ed Sullivan show, thinking why don't they show below
his waist so I can see how he's dancing.

Beatles also on the same show years later, hair all cut the same,
listening to them sing, liking the rhythms and music as they played
it so perfectly and gently to my little mind's ears.

Much later in life watching a plane crash into the twin towers,
staring in disbelief, not believing what I was seeing happening
here in America.

Then hearing about the Pentagon being hit and passengers taking
over a flight to keep terrorists from crashing into the White
House.

All heroes giving their lives to save others, totally having
tears filling eyes, hearts choked up with the horror of what's
just happened on our own soil.

People coming together, helping and saving people - total
strangers - to safety or getting them medical aid, no racism,
prejudice or intolerance.

Just human beings - Americans - being compassionate, loving
and caring about others and their safety, miracles abounding
because so many more could have been injured or killed.

Thankful to God there were not more, many unsung heroes were
born that fateful day - 9/11 - always being remembered by
those of us that keep them in our hearts and minds forever.