It happened, yes, it happened

  There was nothing we could do,

But hold you in our heart

  While smoke encompassed you

The horror of those moments

  As bits fell endlessly,

Repeated in our heart of hearts,

  While watching, helplessly.

And through the dust, the screams, the fright,

  No color did remain –

Only black of smoke and morning light,

  And NOTHING was the same. . .

Except a strong uniting of

  Both people and their prayers,

Along with stars and stripes,

  “Old Glory” waves through tears.

Not only yours but also mine,

  United in our quest,

Along with God and man –

  We’ll each one, do our best!

We’ll bury friends & loved ones,

  And with you, we will mourn.

We will never give up working,

  Until terrorism’s thorn. . .

Is rooted out – gone for good,

  Together we will stand -

We can pick up the pieces

  As we pray across this land.

©Priscilla Rose Wyatt