911: Remember Their Pain
Each year we talk of 911, but time has made it less, my friend.
Have we already forgotten the holes in those lives it left behind?
Their family’s memories will last forever. A whole lifetime…
What if you’d been trapped in one of the towers, with them?
What would you have done while waiting for the end?
With smoke billowing from below, and the heat rising within.
The staircases and elevator shafts are crushed, you know…
There’re impassable. A few injured are with you, still?
Would you believe you’re going to die or live?
Would you hold hands with other survivors of the crash?
Would you wait a rescue from above? Would you pray to God?
Would you smile when others prayed in another language at your side?
Would you wait in silence? Would you simply cry?
Would you take your phone out and call the family, you love?
What would you say when you got them on the phone?
This may be the last time to talk with them, you know.
Would you ask your beloved to hold the phone, to hear the baby’s breath?
Could you even talk amid the tears and pain?
Would you share your phone, for others to do the same?
And when the building began to tremble and rock and fall…
Would you cry out to God above?
No one above survived. A memory we must not forget.
But don’t forget the thoughts and prayers that were going on within…
Two hours of fear, hope, prayers and pain before the end…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011
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