Today looks no different from yesterday
but forever against the backdrop of a blue September sky
we will now remember the loss of our innocence.
September 11 was a blur of images and fears and unknowns, and for me it wasn’t until September 12 dawned and brightened into another seemingly perfect September day, blue sky and all, that what had happened, and the permanent change it brought, really settled in.
poem September 12 © Bernadette E. Kazmarski
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