September 11th is a day of joy and sorrow for me. A time for dancing and a time for mourning. A time for celebration and a time for grieving. (Ecclesiastes 3)
I give thanks for my beautiful daughter Lisa, who was born on September 11th, 45 years ago. One of the greatest blessings of my life.
What happened on this day 10 years ago can never erase the beauty of September 11th for me. For it is Lisa’s birthday. So how can I stop from singing?
At the same time I mourn the loss of so many lives that day I remember so well. And I mourn the loss of so many more lives that followed because of the attack. I mourn the loss of freedom, trust and innocence that has permeated our world because of the attack.
I am sorry we could not have held together in unity for longer. I remember singing “God Bless America” with hundreds of strangers of every race and color and creed along First Avenue days after the attack. It was such a feeling of solidarity. But it did not last. Instead we sent troops to kill and die. And get even.
A time to be born and a time to die.
Today I choose LOVE, not fear.
Here is a reprint of a poem I wrote years ago that speaks to what I feel today.
I give thanks for my beautiful daughter Lisa, who was born on September 11th, 45 years ago. One of the greatest blessings of my life.
What happened on this day 10 years ago can never erase the beauty of September 11th for me. For it is Lisa’s birthday. So how can I stop from singing?
At the same time I mourn the loss of so many lives that day I remember so well. And I mourn the loss of so many more lives that followed because of the attack. I mourn the loss of freedom, trust and innocence that has permeated our world because of the attack.
I am sorry we could not have held together in unity for longer. I remember singing “God Bless America” with hundreds of strangers of every race and color and creed along First Avenue days after the attack. It was such a feeling of solidarity. But it did not last. Instead we sent troops to kill and die. And get even.
A time to be born and a time to die.
Today I choose LOVE, not fear.
Here is a reprint of a poem I wrote years ago that speaks to what I feel today.
ODE TO SEPTEMBER
for Lisa & Me
There are shadows in the rainbow
Did you notice?
You can hear the heavy silence.
It whispers to you of what was.
Come rain, wash away
the guilty tears of summer
with drenching drippling.
September has returned
Fair daughter of Virgo
Who dares to rip out her radiance
from your grieving heart
Her softest breath caresses
wounded memories
that wrinkle
the still surface
of your soul.
Her bountiful blue
and sultry perfume
shout to you
of what is.
Copyright E. Ramos 9/7/2002
1 comment:
See what carefull planning planning can do? It an bring the birth of two great virgos within a day of each other in a 25 year span. How wonderful is that? It obscures anything else that happened afterwards.
I love you both on your Birthdays
and always,
Angel
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