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May God Truly Bless You
Since You've Been Gone
Dedicated to those they left behind
I've been so lonely, since you've been gone
There are days when I feel I can't go on
I hear your footsteps on the walk
Then we share some wine, and sit and talk
"How was your day," you cheerily ask
As I gently chide you, for an unfinished task
"I'll do it tomorrow", you sheepishly said
(But I knew you'd watch the game instead!)
But for us, tomorrow never came
And I scoured the lists to find your name
"But he'd never leave me", I frantically cried
"He'll surely turn up, he can't have died!"
The months that followed, I can't recall
The enormity of it, stunned us all
I tried my best to take it in stride
But my heart is heavy and breaking inside
A year has gone by since that fateful day
And thousands of people have come to pray
As I bow my head, I hear you say
"Don't give up, take it day by day"
"You're not alone, don't you know that dear?
You can't see me, but I'm right here!
My hand's on your shoulder, we'll never part
As long as you carry me, deep in your heart"
Beatrice Boyle Copyright
2002
September's Eboned Skies
September 11,2001, will echo in our souls, til' the
end of time, beautiful bright sunshiny day, turns to
smokey clouds of disaster.
An unbelievable course of events, as a movie before
our eyes, inconceiveable as a true course of life,
terror, anger, sadness, a tomb in the streets.
The inferno grows, buildings colapse, bodies
falling, blowing from the windows, the brave
rush to rescue the helpless, unsure of their own fate.
Our nation struck by an evil, vengeful entity, as life
has no value, sadistic, hardened and cruel, causing
innocent to die, laying in pools of debris, meaning to
destroy freedom, unknowing that we the civilized
become stronger, and will defend our heritage.
Is this to be the end of life as we know it, will we
ever be the same, hearts laden with sorrow, for those
who lost so much, never knowing why.
Red, white and blue, we proudly wave our flag in
glory, we will rise, we will conquer, for God as our
mighty shield and sword, giving us the strength and
resources to defend our nation founded, In God
We Trust.
Mary L Tarr Montoya Copyright2001
A Day For Remembering
It's been almost a year ago,
Since that awful fateful day.
The one that turned our lives
around,
And changed our daily way.
That morning I can still recall,
As if it were just yesterday.
I can still remember it; it is all
so clear,
A terrible memory that will
never go away.
I was watching the news,
It was like any other morning,
But then the pictures of a plane,
crashing into trade center one,
Oh God, those poor people, they
had no warning,
It was as if time had stopped,
Watching the flames, and
sparks fall down in a shower.
And then all of a sudden
another explosion,
Another plane crashing through
the number two tower.
I sat glued to the set for hours
on end,
I watched through tears as the
twin towers came crashing
down.
Then came news of two more
hijacked planes,
One hit the pentagon; the other
crashed into the ground.
It would be hours before we
knew,
What was the planes targeted
site.
The passengers, such a heroic
group,
Two words "Let's Roll" as they
made the ultimate great
sacrifice.
We learned of the terrorist,
The monsters behind this
horrible scheme.
Osama Bin Laden, and the
Taliban,
The evil ones, and their evil
deeds.
Now one year later, we have
said our goodbyes,
We have buried our dead, and
the ruble has been cleared
away,
But we will never forget our
heroes,
Or the sacrifices they made that
day.
Our country is united, The Great
USA
WE are even stronger than
before.
We fly our colors proudly,
And continue the fight to even
the score.
Please as this anniversay
approaches,
Take a moment to remember
them all.
The firemen, policeman, the
passengers on the plane,
And everyone who answered
the call.
For these are true heroes,
The ones our children can look
up to when they play.
So take a moment to say a
prayer,
And remember them on this
day.
Sept. 11,2001 a day for remembering.
Katherine Bethel Copyright2002
Going Up
Holding hands with a friend,
she step-step-steps,
trying hard not to run,
Yet hurry-hurry-hurry.
Water runs over the steps,
cascading down below.
The stairway stinks of fear,
and the acrid tang of smoke.
Sweating firemen, laden
with tools and air tanks
pass her on the stair.
They are going up.
At last, she staggers into
the glass-littered street.
Snowdrifts of torn paper
drape the shattered dead.
Roaring in street agony,
the tower starts it's long fall.
Hope gone, shoes lost,
she run-run-runs.
Crouching under cover,
gasping in false night,
she cries for the firemen.
Going up.
Jr Hume Copyright2001
Invocation
We kneel and pray to You, Dear God, please
tell us what to do, this terrible tragedy from the
sky, directed by evil, taking so much life, they
laugh, dance at our fate, and none would
ever want to see, or feel this again.
You know God, though we wave the flag in
honor of freedom, and this great nation, founded
on You, some still simply do not believe in You.
They grow angry, shout and proclaim, this
idiotic idea of a personal God, and they say
religion, is once more to blame.
Have their hearts become so callous, they no
longer see the rainbow, or feel Your breath
upon their face, or see the light of Your
sweet grace.
For all around Your beauty stands, within
each tree branch waving in the wind, comes
dorth Your divine hand, as all of nature
echoes Your presence.
We've come together God, caring and sharing,
as never before, to be within Your hallowed walls,
lighting candles and kneeling to pray.
Please give us Your guiding hand, as we prepare
for this oncoming war, and be patient with us a
little longer, take the vengence from our hearts, and
when this victory has taken place, perhaps we will
once again, become and remain, One Nation
Under God.
Mary L Tarr Montoya Copyright2001
I Need You
How do I go on without you
How can I live my life
Without you here beside me
How can I be your wife
I need you to share a sunset
And discuss the latest news
Or tell me a funny story
To chase away the blues
To walk along the garden path
Listening to robins sing
Or share the striking beauty
The changing seasons bring
I need you to console me
Hold me when I weep
And put your hand upon my shoulder
Then blow a kiss before I sleep
I need you to hold my hand
When sorrow pays a call
For without you here beside me
Life means nothing at all
But then, there are the children
For them, I must be strong
To just sit around and weep
Would be selfish and very wrong
I'll keep your memory alive
Recalling good times that we had
Making sure they never forget
That you were the world's greatest dad!
Beatrice Boyle Copyright2001
A Year After, The Day The World Cried
Each day in their lives,
seemed to slowly pass by,
they prayed for the times,
they were not alone.
And now a year,
has past them by,
they tried so hard not to cry,
and even harder, was
the final goodbye.
All dreams they shared,
that never came to be,
are now shadowed memories,
of those times past.
Now that day is here again,
as the memorial slowly begins,
they sit and silently sigh,
and still!, they wonder why.
In the blink of an eye,
a terrible tragedy from the sky,
many innocent had to die,
the day the whole world cried.
An evil vengeful country,
filled us with fear,
no thought of life,
God!, help the wicked.
Mary L Tarr Montoya Copyright2002
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