We had twin towers,
tall and majestic, they stood against the blue sky.
standing erect and proud,
saluting clouds and rain and fog.
filled with life, prosperity and a future,
I had a brother.
Tall and proud, he stood for family, friends and country.
A pillar of strength
for his wife, his kids and me.
Always ready, always there.
Willing to do , to go, to help...
in an instant,
after the foot soldiers ran in to try and save the generals,
a crumbled ruin smolders.
Strewn with our loved ones.
Their hopes and dreams,
their strength - collapsed.
Taking along, all we loved and cherished
about life and about America.
an empty space in our skyline.
A space filled to the brim with tears and despair,
anguish and heartache.
When the smoke clears,
and the rubble is gone,
When are hearts mend a bit,
and weak smiles return...Will we rise again?
And when will we see our loved ones?
Janie Ill - sister of Capt. Frederick J. Ill, Jr.
FDNY- Ladder 2 - Manhattan
|by Jane Ill, sister of Captain Fred Ill of Ladder 2||