Life

My loss was a year before the attacks on New York but, because so many others lost people on this day, it seems appropriate...

9/11

This day of all the days in the long year
Reaches out to me with your arms
And speaks to me with your voice.
It makes me small and young again
Trusting your shoulder to be there
When I leaned toward it,
And your kiss to be there
To comfort me when I’d fallen.
This day extends to me the hope of all that
But gives me nothing,
Reminding me that the true pain in grief
Is knowing too well what we have lost.