One after another the hours have passed; The years have accumulated Until a decade has vanished. The hole in
the ground has been filled But the hole in our hearts Is too large for any memorial to ever cover. When decades turn
into centuries, When all who were there are no more, What will be the remains Of a day burned into our souls?
3652 days have the mark of our sorrow. But life goes on. Rebirth and rebuilding Must be the legacy of our pain. Only
in our living Can we honor our dead.
In the quiet of a morning We once again speak their names, Now inscribed on bronze panels For all eternity. Waterfalls
whisper their stories That only angels can hear.
We must shore each other up. Brace ourselves for more years of sorrow. But we must also remember the sunny days When
the light kissed the Twin Towers And warmed our loved ones hearts. A time when they walked through life with purpose
- When they were loved…
As they still are now.
(c)2011 Leona M Seufert
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