A SOLEMN PROMISE

World Trade Center 

 

The skyline is clear.

Buildings stand tall and bright.

Then a day arrives that

ruins every day to come.

Intruders invade our space

and destroy our twin towers.

Towers I love.

Towers where I had worked.

Goodbye, my precious towers.

Never again will our skyline be invaded.

It shall remain clear forever.

A solemn promise.

WHO AM I?

 

 

 

Who am I?

Who was I?

A man.

A woman.

A doctor.

A soldier.

Maybe a murderer.

Does it matter?

Does it matter anymore?

We all end up the same.

Underground.

Buried.

But it is how we are

remembered

that matters.

Our memory lingers on.

Be remembered as a

doctor,

soldier,

or murderer.

It’s your choice.

A SWEET MEMORY

A step into the unknown

My father used to tell me to take

a long walk on a short pier.

I thought he was trying to get rid of me.

I would walk away.

Hurt.

We weren’t close.

We never talked.

But maybe he was trying to share something with me.

His love of the sea.

He had been a Marine in World War II.

He could have been sharing with me in his awkward way.

His love of boats and the deep, blue sea.

Now when I look out at the ocean,

I think of him.

A FLEETING MEMORY

Those precious words,

“Mommy, pick me up.”

Who hasn’t heard them?

The young voice.

The little squeak of pleasure

once you bend down.

The happy little face

gazing up at you.

Remember it.

Enjoy it.

Savor it.

For soon it will only

be a fleeting memory.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?

Who was I?

A man.

A woman.

A doctor.

A soldier.

Maybe a murderer.

Does it matter?

Does it matter anymore?

We all end up the same.

Underground.

Buried.

We end up as skeletons.

But it is how we are

remembered

that matters.

Our memory lingers on.

Remembered as a

doctor,

soldier,

or murderer.

It’s your choice.

WEB OF LIES

web

Have you ever been caught

in a web of your own deceit?

A web of lies that grew

out of control.

One lie leading to the next.

So much easier to be truthful.

No lies to remember.

Easier on your brain and on others.

Stick to the truth or

be stuck in your own web.

THE OLD HOUSE

The creepy old house holds dark shadows<br /> within its crumbling walls.<br /> Dusty furniture sits waiting for new owners.<br /> Old draperies cover the drafty windows,<br /> desperate to keep the bitter cold out.<br /> Who will want this house?<br /> A house full of old memories and old ghosts.<br /> Let’s go in and check it out.<br /> Maybe these people had good memories<br /> and fun times.

The creepy old house holds dark shadows

within its crumbling walls.

Dusty furniture sits waiting for new owners.

Old draperies cover the drafty windows,

desperate to keep the bitter cold out.

Who will want this house?

A house full of old memories and old ghosts.

Let’s go in and check it out.

Maybe these people had good memories

and fun times.