Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives
Sisters, brothers, daughters, sons
Friends and lovers… Watching
The search for their loved ones
Standing on the streets
Holding pictures, holding hope
Waiting for a miracle
As a nation tries to cope
Rubble from twin brothers
And two birds that used to fly
Coat the streets and buildings
Near twisted ruins, piled high
One bird is embedded
Near the eagle’s heart
Tears mingle with the blood
Flowing from the dart
Another bird lays desolate
Strewn in a field
A monument to heroes
Who refused to yield
Angels search the vestiges
For the loved one’s lost
Millions cry for justice
Someone must pay the cost
And through it all, the weeping
Tears fall from sea to sea
As more of the lost are known
Prayers are whispered fervently
From across the world
Come letters, cards and aid
As the dead in makeshift morgues
Solemnly are laid
How many souls are missing?
We wonder… as each day’s done
Too many for man to number
But, God knows every one.
Patricia Gibson-Little
Author notes
I couldn’t take one more Anti-America poem. I thought the challenge was to write a poem that could be read as a tribute, not one to bash Bush. So here is the second poem I wrote this as a tribute not only to those lost but to those searching and waiting
Written September 12th, 2001
In a list
A contest entry
- Situation: Count Down 36 days and counting is the Coming One Year Anniversary of the September 11th by Foretold-Events.
79 points, ended September 11, 2002, 32 entries
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Angels
I do hope that there were many angels there that day. As a New Yorker I know of many who lost loved ones that day. But are we forgetting? It seems so. But a friend lost his love one there. Never a trace seen again. And I thank you once again.
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Thank you for your comment. I can't imaginge how any american no matter how far away could ever forget. My brother who lived in Fl as I did went to search for survivors. He told us a little of the horror, but mostly it was too much for him. Somedays when I see a plane in the sky I still think of it and get goosebumps.
I'm glad you took a look at my work. Patti
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I really liked this pome. It did a beatiful job in telling how it was. and the part with the 2 birds that used to fly was so creative.
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Its a great tribute... its well written... the rhyming pattern flows well... overall I enjoyed it very much... and its not to flatter... I mean it...
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Thank you so much for your flattering compliments.
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The flow is wonderful and I can see you took alot of time with such careful words. One day I might write as well as you. Thank you so much for entering and being so kind. Words as these will bring faith of any kind back and man back to grace.
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This is really nice! I'll suggest that this one be the winner to FE! (Hey FE, make this one the winner (unless you like mine better...))
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