As I drove my daughter back and forth from Brooklyn to Long Island often; she was going to school out there. I remember crying each time the smoke or spotlights they were using came into sight. I wrote the first two lines of this poem during one of those trips.
A hole was punched in the sky today
Two thousand voices screamed out in silence
Now they've tried to plug the hole
With ethereal blue lights
They are as temporary
As the buildings and our lives
Pretty and eerie though they are
They are not lasting
Reminding me of how temporary and fragile
Life really is
It was and remains too easy to turn them off
by Cynthia J. Cage (written between 11 Sept 2001 - 21 June 2002)
Pictures taken with camera phone tonight. As we remember our stories let's remember those lives that were lost and their families who must live with it.
We will never forget.