The Ring~~~Remember September
A dear friend told me a story of a young girl
who lost her life on nine-eleven,
and the ring she wore that had belonged to her grandmother.
Taking a lot of poetic license, I embellished this story
to form a love poem,
to remind us all of the love that was lost
on that fateful day.
Praying that everyone will fly the flag,
in remembrance of the lives and loves lost
or so valiantly given that day,
trying to save some.
God Bless and
Remember September........................nine-eleven.
The Ring
The ring was as unique as the love that brought them together.
They met high in the sky above the bustling city far below.
From the very first they knew they were meant for each other,
And the time they spent together proved that it was so.
The Time Square holidays were coming, with carols echoing.
They spent Thanksgiving on the farm with his Mom and Dad,
Her parents secretly watched as he gave her the ring,
At the Christmas Eve party they always had.
An emerald stone, flanked with diamonds, wrapped in gold.
An antique ring his grandma wore, when she was but a bride,
Though worn, the ring held all the cherished, heart-felt longing,
He wanted her~~~ forever~~~ by his side.
Spring in New York is rainy days and sudden greening parks.
After work, they strolled under one umbrella, till it was almost dark.
Summer heat flowed softly into autumn, it was a warm September day.
They met on Tower Two, 107, World Trade Center; or so they say.
Did they have a chance to kiss one last time?~~ it seems we'll never know,
They both vanished: from Heaven watching what happens down below.
It took months to find that ring, and send it to the family; grieving still.
The love they shared stayed with the ring; it endured; as love always will.
Once more; that ring is worn upon my grandma's gentle hand.
In her safe-keeping, with scripture memory, it will forever stay,
Love is all that is eternal; in all you do, and where you stand.
The ring will again be heaven-bound , when grandma passes away.
Till then, aching hearts still recall events of nine-eleven,
And how we all were brought so humbly to our knees,
As we watched in horror our loved ones bound for heaven,
As Jesus spoke and said, "COME~~~ FOLLOW ME".
reworked 9-5-2008
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