One poem I find really interesting and depressing is “September in New York” because that’s the time where a jet crashed into the tower and that got many people killed who didn’t know that it was their final day on earth. My parents know what was happening when they received that news and I was just a toddler, not knowing what’s going on in NY. This quote means something to me like “every year September holds still, the moment, before 9/11/ after 9/11, we gather/at the end of summer, pray” and here’s why. Because this was the most saddest thing ever that happened in NY, we are here to pray for people who lost their life on 9/11 every year. Me and my family went to WTC a few times to see the amazing memorial fountain they put up, along with the name of those victims that tragically died. We might visit that place again after the virus gonna die down.
I really resonate with your experiences with 9/11. When it first happened, I was only 1 year old at the time and so I grew up in a world only hearing about it and hearing about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. I can’t imagine what it was like to live as an adult and experience the event first hand. I think it’s really sweet how you plan to visit the WTC memorial after the coronavirus is over.
I can relate to that poem to you talked as well. I was only 1 when the twin towers crashed. I would ask my family members about their experience with 9/11 every year.