A cobalt sky
The South Bronx
Sixth grade place value
Fifth day teacher
An airplane struck a tower
Call your husband
Robert’s mother was the first to arrive
She was sobbing
A second plane
A vague announcement
The Pentagon. Capitol Building? The White House?
One by one, children trickled from the classroom
It was Alake’s 11th birthday
Many stayed ‘til the day’s end
At three, my colleague walked to Queens
I drove north on an empty highway
Not realizing I was a lucky one
Until the television showed me
Outside a father played catch with his son
My husband played golf.
We can’t stop our lives; we can’t live in fear. That’s what they want.
Grasping for normalcy
But not broken
And here. Still. Years later.
To remember. Pay tribute. Share memories.
We are still here
There must be a reason