“Angel of Grief” by William W. Story (1894) Rome, Italy
Looking Up That Day
Unimaginable to ever think,
that looking up that day
into adoring eyes,
a last time for goodbyes.
Not realizing at the time,
how those moments would securely bind.
Forever connecting hearts to hearts,
and minds to evil mindless acts.
Unbelievable the sight,
those looking up that day,
so many steps to climb,
such brave response, too little time.
How profane this stage to meet one’s destiny,
honor and valor would be their legacy.
Unfathomable their sacrifice,
so unacceptable the price.
A note from Chris
I wrote this on Sunday, September 11, 2011 on the 10th anniversary of the events of 9/11/2001 in NYC.
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..beautiful… but still heart breaking to reminisce…
I remember that moment. I can’t believe it was so long ago. Well written.
was a hard day to look up..one we never will forget..thank you for the well penned, though poignant, reminder
well penned. Happy you wrote this.
Bravo to you for remembering 9/11 and honoring all lost with this lovely poem. Well penned, Chris, well penned indeed.
I’m so glad you shared this, Chris.
A beautifully written piece.
a tough day of memories…i was flying that day and in the air when it happened…long story after that on trying to make my way home…but shock def was the word of the day
indeed, i doubt anyone could have imagined the horrors of that day and the legacy left. a felt poem, thank you
What a beautiful tribute to one of the most tragic days in American history. Thank you, Chris.