NEVER FORGET 9/11
My grandson was here, such a beautiful child,
Such innocence in his eyes and always a smile.
Suddenly he gazed up at me,
With that look that spells curiosity,
And though he was only seven,
He asked, “Grandpa, were you here on 9/11?”
“Of course, I was,” I replied,
Remembering those who died,
Honoring, as I will always,
The heroes that rose on that day.
But suddenly it occurred to me,
That those who weren’t alive to see,
What happened on that awful day,
Might let those memories fade away.
I wondered if years from when the towers fell,
There would still be those who would remember and tell,
How when they destroyed our twin towers,
We became united in our finest hours.
How we joined our hands and voiced our prayers,
For those who had died or become heroes there.
How we joined together in our grief,
Praying as one for relief.
How an act of hate made us all friends,
How in freedom’s name we refused to bend.
So I sat my grandchild on my knee,
And began to tell 9/11’s history,
For as the years go racing by,
And new towers rise to the sky.
9/11 must always be,
A symbol of the strength of our liberty.