17 Years
A poem
22 years now. And today, I weep as I did on that very day…
17 years.
You think you finally find a place for the
safe keeping of a memory such as this.
A place where it resides quietly.
Tucked away in your heart.
Deep In your mind.
Within every cell of your body.
Forever.
You don’t forget that it’s there.
You always respect it and love it,
even through your pain.
You hold back the dam,
with bloodied fingers and an aching heart.
Yet, it is always ready to burst
Again…
At the glance of an image.
Oh, how I miss that face
and embrace.
At the mere mention of a name.
A sound.
It makes it all come ‘round…
Again.
As if time has stood still.
As if not a turn around the sun has whirled.
But we have whirled.
17 times, in fact.
The lines on my face
And the 7 and 3/4 year old heavenly creature by my side
Are a testament to that.
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We all try not to live in it.
But, we did live through it.
Together.
And here it is.
This very day.
Once again….
You wake up and feel it all happen
The very same way.
Maybe you make pancakes for your little one
As you listen to the names.
For the names of your dear ones.
Maybe you are there
Reading names in a misty rain.
The feeling will stay with you
For the remainder of the day.
Until you can tuck it back,
Safe,
And away.
Again.
~ With deep love, respect, and gratitude for my Friends and All Those who died that day. All Heroes. For All who have fallen ill and have passed away since. For Those who lost their Loved Ones that day. For all NYers
~ ❤️ Always, Julianna
September 11, 2018
