There and Here Sept 11
There…and Here, 9/11
Never. In all
my days.
(I was at work,
as a nursery
manager, watching
over a dozen tots.)
On my TV, the
meteorologist
was exalting the Most
Absolute beauty
Of the day there
in Manhattan.
Just as it was here
In Kentucky.
A truly clear, bright,
Sunny blue,
Unforgettable day,
Just as you always
Dream of, wish for.
God’s created
Perfection.
But, then, there,
Human-made terror:
Two planes
Striking into
Our tallest, proud
Towers…moving
Us to screams of fear
And pervasive grief.
And anger…
The worst day of
Our lives
From there to here.
For all the ages.
For all ages,
It so suddenly
Did not matter
If the sun was shining.
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(c) sally young Eslinger
(c) 9/10/202
Thanks be to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2021
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