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.