A Tribute in Poetry by Patricia Newman Harris
Looking back on that faithful day, 9/11/2001,
It is still hard to believe what was done
It’s like a nightmare without end.
Just reading the facts about that day made it all begin again
In every way, i t was an ordinary day
On the East Coast, the workday was in full swing.
On the West Coast we were still trying to get into full swing.
People got dressed and left their loved ones not knowing then
That some would never to be seen again
Husbands, wives, fathers, daughters, sons, co-workers and friends
The World Trade Center, gone,
The Pentagon, gone
2,993 souls, gone
It is a difficult place to revisit, but revisit we must
Remember, we must
As much as we would like to forget,
9/11 is forever written on the pages of our history
The facts of that day will always be.
As Americans, we can look that day in the face
And feel no disgrace.
As a nation, we came through
We did what we had to do
So, to you and you and you,
I say thank you
But the work will never be through
We still have things we must do
As a nation, it is our duty and our call to continue the fight
For all that is right
As American’s, on this 9/11 and every one to come,
we shall stand with pride
For the families of everyone that died
To the 2,993
May your souls fly free.
As flags all over the nation this day begin to fly
We lift our eyes to the sky
We click or heels and raise our hands in salute
This we will continue to do,
Giving honor where honor is due