Everyone remembers where they were when the Twin Towers fell. I wrote this poem – “Days After Losing to Bluefield in the Championship of ’01” – about 9-11, about my father, about where he was when the towers fell, and what he was thinking and feeling. Even though he was miles from the towers, he was still emotionally impacted by the event. I think we all were. Even 17 years later, here we are being impacted by this tragedy, and that’s what I was trying to get across in my poem.
When the Twin Towers fell, I was sitting in my first grade classroom learning letters – learning how to spell “because” and use it in a sentence. Everything stopped. For once, the television was on in the corner of our classroom, and teachers were coming in and out staring at the screen and crying. I’d never seen my teachers cry before. My father picked me up from school and took us home, and together he and my mother tried to explain the situation to me and my little sister. It was only the second time I had ever seen my father cry (besides his father’s funeral), that’s how I knew something serious was happening.
Now – 17 years later – I know how to spell because, how to use it in a sentence, and here we are… a stronger America. While we may still mourn the loss of those that day, it is B-E-C-A-U-S-E of 9-11 that we are made stronger.
I’d lover to hear your memories of 9-11. Where were you and what were you doing? Share in the comments below, and as always connect with me on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest.
Until next time my darlin’