Raining Tears

A Poem by Seamstress

Written in remembrance of so many lost on 9/11. Written last 9/11 as the rains came down in my city and yet my heart was way up north with families in grief.

Drops fall slow from a sun speckled sky
Striking clear upon my windows
Tracing lines down the panes.

Are these the drops of tears
Shed by millions on this day
Brought by memories of the past?

Is it the throbbing aches of the daughters;
Who never learned to dance with dad,
Or the joys and pain of womanhood from mom?

Is it the silent burning sobs of the sons;
Who never got to play ball with dad,
Or get tips about girls from mom?

What about the agonizing anguish of the teachers;
That saw a soul through growing up,
Taught them well and loved them deep?

Could it be the wives’ excruciating wails of agony;
Sleeping alone in a once warm shared bed,
Praying each day the nightmare will end?

Could it be the husbands’ silent heartrending shrieks;
Coming home each evening to haunting memories of his wife,
Sniffing the bottle of perfume she once held dear?

I think they’re the tears of all humanity,
Shed for the lost, living or dead, we each remember.
Praying through tears for salvation of a world grieving in pain