Reminiscing Sept 11 Tragedy

Reminiscing on Sept 11 Tragedy? On Sept 11, 2026 On this Friday – the 25th anniversary Hard to dismiss as we promised never to forget America has kept its promise As the twin towers collapsed Bringing them down … The first tower falling The World Trade Center (WTC) The financial center of the world Went down and collapsed by monsters With their hearts black It was the South Tower going down at 9:59 AM Followed by the North Tower at 10:28 AM The WTC7, came down at 5:20PM One of time’s saddest of days … Until this day … When we think of the WTC The loss of lives … The heroic souls giving their life As we all cried … For the unbelievable cries-hurts As aligned. – joined with endless pain We were glued to our tv screens As we screamed in disbelief How did those traitors Become smarter than us? By tricking us as we slept! Not even the CIA, FBI and the smartet of men caught or glimpsed Of ever people … All insane … Today as we look back … We all know the date of JFK’s death His Life came to his end … Am sure, was one of the darkest of days I am sure … Was hard to wake up As his brain half gone His wife, Jackie cried With her pink suit All stained … She held her children tight As she stated “They are killing all the Kennedy’s!” How fears intense … I know this is in the past It’s tragedy like this We get numb all over again Sept 11, 2001 … A day never to forget There will always be tribute To keep their lives name alive Patients died that day … We promised never to forget What did I do to commemorate their names? I recalled working at Beth Israel Medical CTR … I became numbed Watching people looking motionless Walking on First Avenue, New York Looking more like zombies … With aches and their cloths gray With faces continuously motionless … Am sure, they forgot their names It was the saddest of days … As people tugged and ran to hospital’s ER With love in their heart … Pain in their faces And a brain they didn’t know they had With pictures of their lives … and the loved one’s On their hands With questions … “Is this person here?” How to respond … When survival were few – Too many lives gone … As the twin towers were both brought down … now they’re gone How to respond? We learned of transportation affected There were no trains, no buses No airlines opened … As all planes seemed not in mid air Seemed they all disappeared … All the trains in NYC failed to operate As the MTA was numb from employees Walking like endless zombies … Were they seemed more than dead People walking in disbelief … How could this had happened? I made it my business to write poems I forwarded to 1199, my union To Staten Island Advance, the newspaper It published with the unusual heart … Ink of a black squid I didn’t write I have to pause I ate my pains … Found through my aching body Nobody knew anybody that day We own nothing but to live to appreciate We as Americans become one … We all stood tall … In grief and pain and all We Americans became one With each and every soul We prayed until we feel asleep We awoke, did we smoke? To calm our hearts that beaded as one Of blood rushing in to our brains … We thought we never had … Without a heart as numbed, it was … Children of the world Hope you never witness Such pain that even that everybody had … Even today We are still in pain as we hear their names I heard of my parish pastor … A mass for seven of our parishioners At Sacred heart … My heart was in such pains I reached out to each name … each family’s Framed poems I gave … With a ceremony proposed by I Flowers of roses I arranged With satin ribbons and by each sides I was blind from pain just like everyone else Until this date of 25th anniversary I get teary eyed … My brother-in-law Wilson Garcia Was the color of cement He died of Sept 11 related illnesses with toxins With home arrival all in gray He tried to erase this memory It was no use … it was too late He couldn’t this tragedy It was a reality … You couldn’t escape in your brain He took a bath … To remove this stain In his heart never the same He had hurt in his torso that was hermoso Meaning beautiful … He grabbed a spoon to eat He forgot how … He instead grabbed God Now You weaken by this happening, Dear God Just like us … Were you hiding in despair ? I thought you in the air in the year … Watching us? What happened were you asleep You forgot us? Lord, our Supreme and guider and protector Why you forget to protect and come to us? We all still numb We felt dumb … Not to reach those souls Where did they all go? Was it Father Mychal Judge? A Franciscan priest … Who entered wtih Saint Gabriel together Leading the way to the gate of heaven We woke up … To hear of this tragedy We all thought was a bad dream in our heads As steam from our head entered in We were more than numb Feeling of dumbness … No matter how smart you were We felt that we couldn’t remember our names It was no use to pretend … We are brave man and woman We were effortlessly ashamed Not to be able to carry pains as families Thought they would go insane From endless of pains … With blows in their heads They bent their knees asking God Why do you let this happe? What happened this day? Why you walked from us? Aren’t You supposed to watch over us? It’s been 25 years It seems like today You must wake us up We’ve been asleep … How can you cure some hearts? Start today … To watch away Few pains, than some more until you come Finish all … Can we feel tall We became midgets We rejected Satan and reached out to God However, we felt He never came The recovering process was slow It took a toll .., Our children were picked up early from school We all thought we all need to find a school To erased our memory Of one of our darkest if our darkest day Men joined the ROTC … To prove Americans always fight back They’re heroes of the days Let every mother hold their wombs In the tombs their children buried Mothers are not supposed To bury their children first It was through love and dedication With forgiveness by our God Not to crush nor rush … As we not able to brush it away We forgot how to brush our hair Did we all want to rush and kill these men? It was through prayers That God wake us up His heart was numbed Like everyone … He sends His love to all … To feel tall like the highest mountain To seek love like the highest peak Do not feel weak to seek … we speak His love Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet