My day began by watching
As
they read the victims’ names,
A
somber sad reminder
Of
an act that still inflames.
A
bell was struck to mark the time
Each
tower was attacked
And
once again, when each collapsed;
The
moment was exact.
Though
20 years have passed, the shock
And
sorrow still feel fresh,
Especially
for those of us
Who
lived it in the flesh.
But
time goes on and 4 p.m.
Brought
tennis to the screen –
The
U.S. Open Women’s match –
The
best I’ve ever seen.
The
finalists were fierce and kept
On
evening the score,
Both
desperate for the crown
That
neither one had earned before.
The
match-up was unusual –
Two
teens were on the court,
Infusing
such enthusiasm
To
this age-old sport.
And
so my day began with death -
Still
awful in its scope –
But
it ended with the future
And
the joy of youth and hope.
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