Never,
as a 21 year old girl who knelt
shaking
before a quaking tv screen
did I begin to imagine what
those towers
would mean to my life.
And as they fell, I could
never
imagine the husband I had yet to meet
would one day
–12 years hence–
put his boots
on the dust of the terrorists’ ground.
Yet did we not all know
that two towers falling
would cast a shadow
of terrible reach?
So good, Harmony. Yes, those towers falling hit home even more personally now that our David’s boots are where they are because of it. 12 years is too long.
that’s good!