Remembrance: A Poem
Lord,
I wasn’t around twenty years ago,
But you were.
.
Today,
As I hear about the great pain our nation felt twenty years ago,
I feel heavy.
.
I wasn’t there, Lord, but you were.
.
The memory is painful
Though it is not my own.
It is the memory of my parents,
My grandparents,
My state
And my country itself.
.
So many lives lost that day
Innocent lives
Lives young and old.
The lives of your children.
.
I wasn’t there, Lord, but you were.
.
Lord,
Help us to remember.
Help us to cherish the memories.
The memories of our parents,
Our grandparents,
Our states,
And our country itself.
.
You were there, Lord.
We will remember.
.
Help us to remember.
About The Author
Abby
Abby is a teenaged writer who loves using her words for Jesus, to seek and point out beauty in the ordinary. When she isn't writing, you can find her jamming on her guitar, which she fondly calls "Raymond Fender the First", sitting on porches, or reading.