We Will Never Forget 9-11
There’s another choir in Heaven.
Have the screams turned into songs yet?
People put their shoes on that day
and went to work.
Coffee cup’s still in the sink.
Half a piece of toast grows moldy.
Somewhere, Fido howls for bones
and a pat on the head.
There’s dry cleaning
they’ll never pick up.
Birthday cakes, no more.
Never again, a “Honey, I’m home!”
Or the sound of their keys in the door.
Or the scuff of their slippers
crossing the floor, to say goodnight,
just once more.
They only did what’s right,
went to work.
They died at their desks
and died in the skies.
Some of them died while trying
to save lives.
They met their God amid
rubble and flame.
Or some other way.
This too we will never forget.
Loretta Jackson, a freelance writer and resident of Merrimack, wrote this poem on the morning after terrorists killed in cold blood some 3,000 citizens. It is shared here to commemorate the 10th Anniversary of those terrorist attacks – because “we will never forget.”