The Day Began and Ended

My day began by watching As they read the victims’ names, A somber sad reminder Of an act that still inflames. A bell was struck to mark the time Each tower was attacked And once again, when each collapsed; The moment was exact. Though 20 years have passed, the shock And sorrow still feel fresh, Especially for those of us Who lived it in the flesh. But time goes on and 4 p.m. Brought tennis to the screen – The U.S. Open Women’s match – The best I’ve ever seen. The finalists were fierce and kept On evening the score, Both desperate for the crown That neither one had earned before. The match-up was unusual – Two teens were on the court, Infusing such enthusiasm To this age-old sport. And so my day began with death - Still awful in its scope – But it ended with the future And the joy of youth and hope.