I turned on the radio, words we
heard, seemed unbelievable. Surreal yet real.
I remember the crisp air was cool.
Tears began flowing – thoughts were raging – as we
were attacked. Nineteen cowards have left
their scorched marks on innocent children in school.
The fear and uncertainty that we
faced. Permanent scars – never erased- still lurk
deep within my heart…I arrived late
to work. Sitting together in silence we
watched friends and colleagues trapped. A quick strike,
as though four sharpened daggers squarely plunged straight
through my core. I have been changed forever. We
have been forever changed. United we sing,
“God Bless America, Land That I Love.” Our sin –
“The Land of the Free, the Home of the Brave.” We
were challenged yet through thick and through thin
we remain United as One, as we gin
up dreams for Freedom. For one day we
will play not mourning notes, but the sweet sound of Jazz
throughout our homeland – for Howard and for June
and for each of the names no longer here. We
shouldn’t fear as one day – we each will die.
But our permanent pain won’t be leaving soon.