Time Comes Between Us
The crowded train rattles on.
So easy to forget where I am.
Another day, another year,
So similar yet so different.
A bright September morning...
Endless names called out.
A tear falls as I recall
The slaughtering of our skyline
Our twins were ravaged.
Murdered were the thousand
Innocents trapped within their wombs.
The dust fell like
Now time comes between us.
Between the agony of that morning
And the reality of today.
The reflecting pools
can’t fill our souls.
Where are we to turn
When so many still do not find solace?
When thousands still cry in the night?
time mean to the survivors?
Will another year heal any wounds?
Will a memorial ease the pain of loss?
Will a far way war cleanse our souls?
voices on the TV screen give no reply.
(c) 2006 Leona M Seufert