MEMORIAL POEM FOR VICTIMS OF SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

By Mrs. Gertrude Bloom

What can we say? What can we feel? Is this a bad dream or is this for real?

Is it true that the WTC is not there anymore? With innocent people buried under its floor

Our sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, daughters, sons, and friends lying there moribund

And we outside helpless, not knowing, what direction to go but just keep on going.

And hope to hear a whimper, a voice, a tap, a survivor of this Goliath mishap

What can I say? What can I feel? Is this just a bad dream or is it for real?

Many perished in the attack upon the famous pentagon.

In which so many lives were lost, with emotional upheaval being the cost.

What can we say and what can we feel? Is this just a dream or is it for real?

Hijackers with easy access to our planes, with a mission that just boggles our brains.

Innocent passengers who flew not to be late, little knowing that the flight would seal their fate.

What can we say and what can we feel? Is this just a dream or is it for real?

The White House also would have been hit, but three passengers did the hijackers outwit.

They were able to divert the plane and crash it into Pennsylvania terrain.

What can we say and what can we feel? Is this just a dream or is it for real?

Will we wake up with all intact? Unfortunately "NO", this is a fact.

We commiserate with all those who lost and bear the brunt of paying the cost.

Our hearts go out to all who mourn, to all whose loving hearts were torn

And pray in time you will mend, and fondly remember your family or friend.

And for America we will go on, we will never become a "once upon."

We will thrive, we will rebuild, and in our own way, the terrorists we will repay

For taking our finest firefighters and police, who worked so hard that their hearts did case.

What can I feel and what can I say? "G-d bless America" each and every day.


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