Sep11

the names.

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Paper Hearts and SIdewalk Chalk,  Flavia Binsam
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Remembering 9/11    –      25 years later
America’s poet laureate, Billy Collins, wrote a poem a year after the tragedy.
He called it ‘The Names’ about the 2,792 who perished that day.
Names etched on
the head of a pin.
One name spanning
a bridge, another
undergoing a tunnel.
A blue name needled
into the skin.
Names of citizens,
workers, mothers,
and fathers,
The bright-eyed
daughter, the quick son.
Alphabet of names in
a green field.
Names in the small tracks of birds.
Names lifted from a hat
Or balanced on
the tip of the tongue.
Names wheeled
into the dim warehouse
of memory.
So many names, there
is barely room on
the walls of the heart.

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  28. So many names… so much loss…. -I remember every minute of that day, including the story of a cousin who wouldn’t leave the South Tower because they kept telling people they were safe. Her mom pleaded with her to leave – she chose to stay. I always wonder what I would have done…

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