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Click hereMy daughter yet unborn
remember me,
not for how I died
but for how I lived
do not search for "whys"
why is beyond our vision
I wish I could be there
to hold your tiny pink hand
to hear your first word
and watch your first step
I will always be with you
in Spirit
To my wife
be strong in faith
and find a way
to set aside the grief
and find what joy there is
for life is fleeting
and so very precious
what I wouldn't give
for one more day
to wake up in your arms
and tell you how much
happiness you gave me
I Love you so
To my grieving country
watching the smoke through
tearful eyes of disbelief
Know that evil failed to break us
our mettle tested once again
proved tougher than melting steel
While Liberty's skyline changed
from her Ellis Island view
may it forever be the Land of the Free
and the Home of the Brave
Let's Roll
This poem takes the public, overplayed, overknown, and transforms it back into the personal and private sacrifice and loss that it was for that family. I was visiting NYC the week before 9/11, and the pictures of the skyline from the SI ferry remain important to me.