Some Thoughts on September 11, 2011

Never forget?

I only wish I could

and return to my innocence.

I was a babe at the tail end of

Vietnam.

A child after the Cold War had

turned lukewarm.

A teen during a 7 month war

in a far away Gulf

which nobody mourned.

A woman who grew up in a world of

relative peace and security

that was shattered in 102 horrifying minutes.

Where was I?

In a state of shock, a place of knowing and a world of

confusion.

The same sacred place I shared with millions of others.

My world left that day and an old one

took its place.

A world my parents and grandparents had known.

A world filled with vulnerability, sacrifice and loss.

A world I would now share with my children.

Never forget?

That really isn't a choice.

To forget that day, would be to forget

my world.