We cried
As those towers fell
And our freedom
Was shaken to it’s core.
We prayed
As the dreams
Of thousands
Crashed down.
Men filled with hate
tried to tare
The American spirit down
But they could not
Tare it down.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
July 4 2004
freedom has not come without a price
Karla your latest Remembering Only to Forget inspired this one…
We remember that date
The way we remember
The birth of a child
Or the death of one we care about
And in many ways
It was death
Death of the way
This nation was
Death of a land
That was supposed to be
Free of terrorism.
We mark that day
With sorrow
And yet we mark it with love
It is a day
Many learned to love
And learned to live together
In that love.
It is a day
When One Nation Under God
Meant something
And it is a day
Marked with loss
And sorrow
And marked with
The blood of our heros.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Feb.08.07
2:19 P.M PST
When the towers fell, a beam came down, in the shape of the cross, and many who were at Ground Zero, looked at that as a sign of Hope, I believe it is just that, in our darkest moments we often turn to God and find what we have been missing…
Do I raise my hand
And salute
For all those heros
Who shed the blood
For me?
Do I kneel
And pray
Thanking God for
Love and Victory?
Do I look
At the faith
Of My forefathers
Who found this wonderful
Country
On the very foundation
Of Christ
And do I cry
Because of the way
We have taken Christ
Out of everything?
Do I look to my flag
With pride?
Yet find myself confused
At the way things have
Come to be?
Do I pray
That once again
America gets
On its collective knees
And finds revival
In their hearts.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Nov.11.08
9:30 P.M PST
Many other heros rose from those ashes!!!
Like the shot
That was heard around
The world
That long ago day
The towers falling
Was heard around the world
As we watched images and people
Perishing in disbelief
Wondering if someone in those
Towers was somehow related to us
Death tolls rose
And hope faltered
But a hero
Rose from the ashes
Risking his very life
A priest
Who died
In the ashes and soot
Of those towers
Because he had a call from God
To reach out to the lost and dying.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Sept.07.2010
10:04 P.M PST
America forever changed
That not so long ago day
As planes flew into towers
And brave men and women
Died in that Pennyslvania field
So others did not have.
America forever changed
As the Pentagon came under attack
And the world collectively
Begun to wonder
If we were looking at the
Begining of Armagedon.
America forever changed
But sadly not all
For the better!
Copright Michelle R Kidwell
Sept.10.2010
3:50 A.M PSt
Like the generation before us
Remembers where they were
During the time of Kennedys Assasination
Of Martin Luther King Juniors Murder
We will remember
Where we were the moment
Those towers fell
And how we wondered
How 102 story buildings can fall
Like a house of dominoes
Taking so many lives with them
We remember the feeling
Of disbelief as America
Was attacked
By an enemy
Hijacking planes
And we realized
Just how fragile
Our safety was
We lost so many that day!
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Sept.11.2010
Ten years ago
Our world changed
And images forever burned into our
Mind memories that darkened our days.
Like the generation before us
Remembered where they were
When Kennedy was assainated
When Martin Luther King Junior was killed
We remember where we were
When those towers came down.
Evil tried to take innocence
From us that day.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Sept.05.2011
7:10 P.M PST
I can’t forget
I won’t forget
Those horrific images
On that September day.
Ten years ago
Nearly to the day.
I can’t forget
The cries of the Mothers, Fathers
Sisters, Brothers
Aunts, Uncles
Cousins and Friends
Who watched loved ones murdered
By sheer hatred.
In New York a hundred and ten story buidlings came
Crushing down like a house of cards.
In Pennyslvania herosim was found
By those who risk their own lives
By crashing that plane into a Pensylvania field
And in Arlington Virgina as
The Pentagon became a target.
But amongst the hatred
We saw the signs of love
People gathering praying
For people they never met
A few made it out of all that rubble
Against all odds.
I can’t forget…
I won’t forget
The images of that September day.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
9/09/2011
6:09 P.M PST
| Written for the ten anniversary of 9/11
Ten years ago Images etched in our memories Forever images of horror Not on some movie screen But on American shores, New York, Pennsylavania, Washington DC Hit to the very core By a hatred so deep It stole innocence From us in a very real way But amongst the rubble Amongst the deaths And sorrow We saw God’s hand Etched in all the lives saved A man risking his life To help the disabled out Father Mychael risking his life And ultimately sacrificing it To minisiter to the souls of those dying Under the crushing wait of a hundred and ten Stories of rubble. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell 9/07/2011 2:39 P.M PST |
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Like so many others
I will never forget
That dark September day
When innocence was stolen
From the American way.
Innocent lives taken by
The thousands
Unlike anything we had
Ever seen on the American shores
Something bigger than even Pearl Harbor
In the generations before.
But amidst the rubble hope
Came shinning through.
And still the dark images
Haunt us
Reminding us
Terrorism can strike
The American Shores.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
9/10/2011
11:53 A.M PST
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