In memory of the tragic event that happened 24 years ago, I’ve revised a poem I once wrote for my sister, whose birthday is September 21st. I wanted to make it more meaningful for those who lost their loved ones on September 11, 2001.
This poem is for my sister—and for everyone who carries the memory of someone they loved.
I might have missed the supermoon.
I was dreaming of another life,
and in that deep, unreachable sleep,
I carried nine lives.
Some memories gather dust,
but others remain untouched.
I can’t forget September—
the month I lost my love.
Each year, when the eleventh comes,
the weight of autumn presses down.
I feel only half of who I am
when the free-falling leaf touches the ground.
Yet still, I know you’re watching.
I find you in the rain,
in the puddles I splash through,
in the quiet clarity
of your unending smile in my favorite pictures.
Perhaps I missed the moon,
perhaps the stars as well.
But when I close my eyes,
I know where you are:
in heaven,
among the sun,
the stars,
and the supermoon.
My sister, Gina.
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