The 9-11 Museum

A pair of shoes, all scuffed and worn, A watch whose time is frozen, A red bandana, all among The objects that were chosen And then encased so we could read Their stories and remember Exactly how things were That awful morning that September. Today, a dedication held, With speeches and reflections, Ensuring that we’d all look back At our own recollections. For most of us, the memory’s raw And tinged with such emotion, Each image conjures tears enough, Combined, to fill an ocean. The doors will open up next week; The crowds will visit, flocking To feel a bit of what will never Cease to be so shocking.