At the 9/11 Memorial

The wind kicked up the water
Causing droplets from the spray
To land gently on the names engraved
As part of the display.

As the tourists snapped their selfies
And the fountain waters gushed,
I remembered when the city
Was so somber, sad and hushed.

Now the Freedom Tower rises;
The Museum offers tours.
People come to pay respects and then
They leave to shop the stores.

Life continues. We’ve recovered
But we’ll never be the same
For we’ll always be reminded
By the presence of each name.