19 Years Ago….

September 11th. I remember it like it was yesterday….as I’m sure all of you feel the same. I was taking classes at my community college. I had Psychology that day at 11 so I was so excited to be able to sleep in. However, my mom called me from work around 8:45 or so and told me to turn on the TV. I literally had just turned it on and was in shock at what I was seeing and then I saw the second plane hit. I was rendered speechless! I didn’t know what was going on!

I got to my class and the professor sort of hesitated before speaking and then just told us “class dismissed. I can’t teach you while our world is under attack. It’s too surreal.”

I haven’t written a poem in quite some time….I used to write them all the time. I could pop them out round the clock! But then I stopped. I guess I lost my creativity for awhile.

So please don’t be too harsh with this poem. I wanted to write….to express my feelings about the anniversary of September 11th. #neverforget

19 Years Ago

19 years ago our world was forever changed
19 years ago nothing would ever be the same
19 years ago we watched in horror
As the buildings came tumbling down

Thousands of people
Going about their morning
Unaware of was what about to happen
Unaware of the evil about to take place

So much evil
so much hate
When will this end
or is it too late?

Where were you
when our nation was attacked?
Where were you
When our freedom was threatened?

Were you sitting in a classroom
Confused at what you were seeing?
The horror of it all unraveling
As you tried to take it in?

Or perhaps you were at home
Maybe sipping your morning coffee
You turned on your TV
Just in time to see the second plane…

The world stopped moving
That Tuesday morning…
But it also brought us together
Determined to pick up the pieces
Determined to rise up

September 11, 2001
Forever etched in our minds
Forever in our heart.

3 thoughts on “19 Years Ago….”

  1. Wonderful poem, Leigh! I was teaching my elementary special ed class when the guidance counselor came in and motioned for me to step outside. She told me what was going on and said that someone would relieve me in a few minutes so I could go to the principal’s office and watch the news. It was so shocking. Everyone was glued on the news. It was a horrible day for the whole world.


  2. It’s hard for me every year on this day. Not for the same reason as everyone else, but for the fact that I will never be able to fully understand the significance of what happened on that day, or the grief that still touches people’s hearts. I wasn’t born. I missed it. But every year, I hear again the echoes of grief, see the specters of horror, the shadow of mourning as the nation remembers. It’s so personal to so many around me. But to me, all I know it as is another heartbreaking event like Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima, the Holocaust, the Liberian/Sierra Leonian civil wars, the genocide of Rwanda… It’s heartbreaking, but it’s not personal. It’s moving, but it’s not direct.

    But I thought your post was really good! And the poem too!

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