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| I have a wire structure from which I hang favorite things, and this is where I will see this lovely haiku every time I pass by. Thank you, Robyn! |
Find Robyn today at her POET blog, Life On The Deckle Edge, to read her thoughtful post, and all the other links for this Friday, a day we remember with sadness. It is September 11th, and fourteen years ago, our lives changed. Bittersweet to me that it's also a dear grandmother's birthday, so I have fond memories of this day also.
Missing
Memories create
a
“once upon a
time,”
but
sometimes
the writer
forgets
“happily ever
after”.
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
I love this simple poem that says so very much.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sally. Words are not easy to say on this day, but we do remember.
DeleteLinda - thank you so much for these surprise shout-outs! I love that a miniature little piece of art can connect us in bigger ways.
ReplyDeleteYour poem touches me today on many levels - so much said in so few words. I've been thinking of a dear grandmother a good bit lately, too, and it does seem the big losses we commemorate bring up other losses, and the fond memories along with those too. Thank you for sharing.
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You're welcome, Robyn. I adore seeing your poem all through my days. As for the remembering, it must touch more than one person this way for today's date. We remember that dreadful day and won't forget, yet other memories sit alongside it, and I'm glad they do.
DeleteGreat post, Linda. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant poem for today, Linda. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Michelle. It's important to write, I think, to remember no matter how challenging.
DeleteIt's such a hard day for so many of us. I have a soft spot in my heart for those whose birthday is today. Our cousin, Josh, was born on 9/11/01. Like all of the babies born that day, he was a special beam of light in such a dark hour.
ReplyDeleteStacey,for those of you living there, I know that I and others cannot imagine what it was like. Here's a special hug for you. And, another post today tells about a book that makes those born that day so special. Do you know it? Here is the link: http://cbhanek.com/2015/09/11/911-faces-feathers-of-hope/ Happy Birthday to your cousin, Josh.
DeleteWe have friends whose daughter was born on 9/11/01, so I'll have to see about that book for her. It was also the day and time of my father's funeral, so I have very mixed (and mixed up) emotions on this day every year.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem today! So fitting for my thoughts as I'm going through the day.
Oh, Donna, that must have been such a tough day for you, family and friends. I'm sorry for the memories connected to this day. Everyone I talk about this with seems to have a story. Thanks for telling me and for seeing the poem for what it is.
DeletePoignant poem, Linda. Thanks for sharing. =)
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Bridget.
DeleteThis is wonderful, Linda. I have a niece whose birthday is Sep. 11, and it's always a wonderful bit of joy amid the melancholy memories. Love the starkness of your poem.
ReplyDeleteI just saw that you posted about that book on FB, Laura. I was glad to know about it, and your niece, too. Happy Birthday to her. One of my grandmother's birthdays is today, too. I just posted a pic of her. Thank you.
DeleteI want one of those iron hangy things. I love Robyn's work. Also love this simple, yet profound poem. Wish we could turn the page to the happily ever after 14 years later. Maybe that's why I am still so sad. There is not true answer to the tragedy of 9/11.
ReplyDeleteRobyn's new hanging poem is lovely, agreed, Margaret. And I know you're right, there is no answer, nor the 'happily ever after" we so often yearn for, or expect. All we can do is to make things better, and keep at it. Thank you.
DeleteLove the simplicity and power of your poem, Linda. And that you have happy memories from this day, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Buffy. It is a nice thing to remember my grandmother.
DeleteLinda, you poem is so touching without being overdramatic about the memories of 14 years ago. I have such vivid memories of that day: the horror, the sadness, the disbelief. My husband saw the 2nd plane hit the tower while he was stuck on the bridge going to work in NJ. I could not reach him until that night. He could not get back to Long Island. One of my daughter's senior friends suffered a great loss. Her mother was on the 14th floor when the first plane hit. He dad was in Japan so my daughter and her friends led a vigil march around the neighborhood. Over 300 people joined in. 48 town residents died in the tragedy and memorials were so sad. Today, I remember the not so happy endings but the magical rainbow I wrote about has brought such hope to the area.
ReplyDeleteThings like the rainbow are magical, Carol. Those things, perhaps serendipity, who knows why, give me shivers. I'm sorry for all those in your life that were so touched by this terrible day.
DeleteLinda, what a wonderful little poem - so short but poignant. A 9/11 never goes by but I too think of that fateful day in 2001, even though I live under a different flag.
ReplyDeleteLike other times in history, I know that there are people everywhere who remember that day, Violet. Thank you.
DeleteLinda, your beautiful poem contains such a profound truth. Thank you for sharing it today.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Catherine.
DeleteGood reminder to always create whatever happily afters we can.
ReplyDeleteSo much said in so few words. I love the photo you paired with your poem. Love Robyn's haiku too!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is up to use to create those happily ever NOWS, isn't it? Thank you for your poem, Linda, and for sharing Robyn's beautiful work! xo
ReplyDeletePoetry strikes me as quiet work. This short poem works that way. Quietly reminding me about a big idea.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful, Linda.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary Lee, Ramona, Irene, Julieanne & Kat. I've been messing all day with a kitchen sink stopped up, so just read your lovely responses. They're the best thing that's happened all day!
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