Beatrice Boyle Poet Prose Poetry

The Day the Music Stopped

I know that you are gone
but I still hear your footsteps on the walk…
your key in the lock…the dog welcoming you home.
“What’s for dinner?’’ you ask
“I am,” I playfully reply and smile
as you sweep me up in a bear hug and I can hardly breathe!

Your clothes hang in the closet waiting for your return.
I listen to your voice on the answering machine 
a hundred times a day  to prove you are still here.
I never imagined when you left me that morning
That this would be the last time we kissed..
I never would have let you go.

This date will forever be a day of shame and heartbreak
The world and I will never forget
This September 11th
The day the music stopped!

Copyright©2001 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 20, 2011 at 9:25 AM Congrats Beatrice on your HM with this grand poetry reminding us of that eventful day that changed history and our lives as well.. luv..

Ralph Taylor July 20, 2011 at 7:40 AM Congrats on your HM, Bea. Great write. Nice going. xxxRalph

Carol Sunshine Brown July 20, 2011 at 4:24 AM Congratulations on your win in Brian Strand's "A First 50 Postings" contest Beatrice. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick July 20, 2011 at 4:21 AM Congrats on your win..Sara

Stephen Parker July 19, 2011 at 5:42 PM Time did truly stand still on that infamous day. Your requiem is an eternal tribute to one of the unsung heroes (hard working Americans) that made this country great.

John Smith July 19, 2011 at 3:01 PM That is a beautifully written heart wrenching poem. Your anguish is palpable if we do get but a small dose of it. Beatrice Boyle July 19, 2011 at 3:14 PM Thank you so much John...I happy it touched you. This was not from personal experience, but many people in our town and environments, communted to NY every day, and at least 15 to 20 of them were killed and left many small children. It was heartbreaking to see and read of their losses. We will never forget them! Bea