Remembering...

Tears fall to water not the lilies,

but the shattered skies

and the broken streets.

A child's call is returned

with the plaintive echo of itself.

Sister

mother

father

brother...

Look not to the east for the sunset,

nor to the west for the sunrise,

but in blue skies on Hudson's shore,

the budding hope breaks forth.

David Webb
September 11, 2009