The 9/11 Museum

A pair of shoes, all scuffed and worn,
A watch whose time is frozen,
A red bandana, all among
The objects that were chosen

And then encased so we could read
Their stories and remember
Exactly how things were
That awful morning that September.

Today, a dedication held,
With speeches and reflections,
Ensuring that we’d all look back
At our own recollections.

For most of us, the memory’s raw
And tinged with such emotion,
Each image conjures tears enough,
Combined, to fill an ocean.

The doors will open up next week;
The crowds will visit, flocking
To feel a bit of what will never
Cease to be so shocking.