That Day, by Kathy Maciejewski

On a beautiful day with the sun’s great gleam,
Thousands of workers awoke.
A normal day, it would seem.

A kiss to their children, their husbands, their wives.
No one knew
They’d lose their lives.

As the buildings were hit,
They watched with great fear.
Some hugging and clinging to any stranger near,

Unable to speak,
Without taking breath,
They witnessed people jump to their death.

Our uniformed heroes
Climbed floor to floor,
Not knowing exactly what was in store,

Thinking that this was the worst to unfold,
They watch once again
As both buildings implode.

With all of their strength, with all they had left,
They ran for their lives
While chased by death.

Plummeting debris, dust, and smoke.
People covered their faces,
Trying not to choke.

The city was silent,
No sirens, no sound;
The towers that stood
Were now dust on the ground.

Families of missing
Held pictures and cried,
Hoping their love ones had not died.

A year has passed since the buildings were hit.
We stare at the emptiness
We now call the pit.

We’ll never forget; what happened won’t fade:
How thousands were killed
And heroes were made.

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