Although my inner vision is still aswirl with Irene, Irene, Irene, a more significant anniversary takes precedence.
My finally! restored Internet permits me to share with Princeton Patch readers my poem of the dire time of the destruction of the World Trade Center, and a way of life we shall see no more.
My heart and prayers are with all who lost family, friends, colleagues, and especially children born to fathers who had died that day.
people are saying they have to go IN
see with their own two eyes
I cannot walk those half-deserted streets
inhale stench – half abbatoir, half penicillin factory –
slip on detritus once the lifeblood of commerce
stumble through ashes and vaporized colleagues
cannot read search pleas
search faces from old Christmas cards
watch ribbons and flags flutter
where thousands will not move again
CAROLYN FOOTE EDELMANN
September 26, 2001