One September Morning

September eleventh

a peculiar weeping

a sympathy  of millions quietens

as families speak loved ones fallen by a senseless act of terror,

one September morning

thousands of finite lives elevated to angels

            as towers imploded and souls rose from ashes,

one sunny September morning

sixteen years later we’re still overcome

grieving and remembering

reviving moments

with a prayer and crescendo of bells and bagpipes

signaling two towers’ final descent,

one September morning

a day of shock and terror

we’ll never forget

when innocence was stolen

Copyright 2017 by E. Denise Billups

Daily Prompts: Crescendo, Elevate, Finite,  Overcome, Peculiar, Sympathy 

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