SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 VICTIMS This site is dedicated to the victims of September 11, 2001 tragedy.

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By: Megan Marinello

Two towers stood side-by-side so high in the air

So strong, so commanding, so proud to be there

Completing a landscape now frozen in time

A part of the old New York City skyline

How can we forget that a part of us died?

When freedom and evil were forced to collide

The towers were hit, but our hearts crashed as well

The moment our freedom and liberty fell

Trapping Americans deep in its core

Pushing once peace to the onset of war

Collapsing so strong and so fast on our peers

Evoking our gravest and darkest of fears

Shaking our foundation and causing the slide

The most valuable loss was that from inside

Our Mothers and Fathers once bright and alive

Helped our sisters and brothers fight to survive

Our friends and cousins fought hard to pull through

As our sons and daughters did the best they could do

Americans watched in horror, hands tied to prevent

The avalanche of humanity brought down to cement

Now side-by-side, new strength rose in the towers place

Men and women working at a hurried, frantic pace

Through piles and piles of wreckage and debris

Hoping that more survivors is what they would see

Americans banning together, soaring flags, showing pride

Looking to a higher power, so thankful to be alive

Struggling with torment and helpless feelings of unrest

Certainly our great Nation had received its ultimate test

And as the world watched and prayed, counting the days

Offering help in so many astounding, inspirational ways

A miracle happened; the ruble and debris began to rise

American's watched in amazement, not believing their eyes

White, billowy wings surfaced - breaking through the ground

Spirals and spirals of bright, beautiful light danced around

They're Angels, my God! Wings upon wings soaring to be free

Flapping, ascending, flying through the space the towers use to be

Dancing and laughing, smiling and singing as they rise through the air

Thanking, applauding, kissing America for the freedom that we share

As tears befall the eyes of those distressed and pained to see them go

They offer up their hearts, their strength and most importantly their souls

For America they fly so high, so far, as they flutter their good-byes

For they are our Heroes, our greatest sacrifice, our towers of angels in the skies

I had felt so useless, helpless, after the attacks, wondering how I could help - then I received the first email explaining how my poem offered solace and comfort...even victims families emailed to thank me for the sentiment and inspiring their imagination. Towers of Angels has received an unbelievable response, is traveling around the world and has even made it to Ground Zero.

I'm trying to reach all victims families, FIRE/POLICE/EMS and all the grieving people of this World, hoping this might help them cope with their loses. I never thought something so simple, could help so much. If you can please help by passing it along, I would so appreciate it. Periodic updates of where TOWERS has touched would be wonderful as well. Thanks and the best to you and your families. Much love, hope, support and happiness.

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