
Say their names.
Nineteen years later, the pain still strikes deep. The memorial pools in the footprints of the fallen Twin Towers attract selfie-taking tourists. The names engraved in the marble counters that frame the pools appear forgotten. They aren’t
Say their names.
Feel the shearing of scar tissue on the hearts, as fresh grief bleeds out on another anniversary. We will remember, because we must never forget. Whether at the 9/11 Memorial in New York City, by the 9/11 memorial beside Suffern Village Hall, or elsewhere, we gather to memorialize our lost. However painful, in rememberance is our healing.
Say their names.
pipes and drums
day fades to twilight
as speeches go on
how we bear our grief
all these years later
for the 12th September 2020 prompt: Gerry Muse #224 (occasional tanka prose)The Healing
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