During the hours of the unknown
I lay wake on the chest of my mother not a thought in my head
It is a blue sky, the most crisp morning imagined
The sky has brought no warning only a signal of delay
The breeze blows by the tall skyscrapers, The winds will soon be troubled
The air now needs to be sifted
In the basement of the tower, bonds and trading stocks crashes down through the streets once again
A light blue brooks brothers tie floats down to the concrete street, a place it has never rested before
He took the hand of another sifting through this unfamiliar grey desert finding a way to cross the stream, a story we have heard before
Togetherness now needs to carry the beaten briefcase across the Hudson
A call home from school that I do not understand, she is only eleven How can we, do we tell her?
A child plays with imaginary guns on my front lawn playing games now all too real
Devastation and disbelief travels down to our towns dead end
Our father who art in heaven, so gently come to a wife’s side
Warm souls flood our front door bringing grief and comfort to an undeclared widow of time From on top of the hill waits six of us, alone a Mother of five
A two dollar broker walks to the door covered in grey soot and ash
Today he wished he had worn his galoshes for now his shoes have been dusted
We see the sun setting on the city on the top of our hill ,We have been so blessed to be our lucky number seven
In these times we have been so grateful
It is the moments after the unknown that we cherish so greatly
Today has changed.
The reflection of the sun is golden off the buildings we now do not see, blinding our soaked eyes
What we have lost will not be forgotten but what still stands will prosper on in our warm hearts that you could come home
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