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September Mourn 10 Year Anniversary

 -My darling New York friend, Elizabeth Cassidy , wrote the poem / prayer below after the terrorist attacks in New York City & the Entire World.

 Please take a moment to Read, Remember,  Reflect  &  Pray.   Never Forgotten.  Always Remembered. 

I wrote this poem after September 11, 2001. It felt like my heart was ripped apart, my innocence was lost….and 10 years later, the pain still feels raw and exposed.  I don’t understand that kind of hate.—-Elizabeth Cassidy

9/11 Attacks





I love NY.

I am your shops and delis on the avenues.

I am the bright lights and the out of work actors.

Seeking fame and fortune on Broadway, too.

I am the concrete, the colors, the sounds and the aromas.

All wrapped up as fine art.

I am this magnificent city’s heart.                                                                                  

I keep this city going and glowing.

Downtown readings and swinging with my baby uptown.

Where we can cry at each other’s words and dance on each other’s feet.

But we never miss a beat.

I love NY.

I am the lucky few with townhouses that come with breathtaking views.

From the Big Apple’s museums to its Central Park Zoo.

I sleep on subway grates for I am the poor.

With faces you have never seen before.                                                            

But I will be there to comfort you.

Because that is what New Yorkers do.

I claim this land to be my very own.

And thank God every night.

That this is my home.

I love NY.

Yellow and black.

Mr. Cabbie, please take me back.

To when only stars fell from the Manhattan sky.

Run the next light, lay on your horn.

Get me away from the city that I will come to mourn.

I beg you, Mr. Cabbie, give me back New York City.

Please, Mr. Cabbie, show me a little pity.

There’s a big tip in it for you if you can.

Take me back to Monday, September 10.—-Elizabeth Cassidy.

———Dear, Reader,  where were you when you heard the news that Hell had arrived in America?  Is there anything you’d like to ask Elizabeth?

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  • Reply
    September 10, 2011 at 5:28 pm

    Wow, what a touching poem….It’s hard to believe it’s been ten years that we’ve been living with this – there are days you wake up and it was yesterday. Other times, it’s hard to remember when it wasn’t there. Thank you for posting this beautiful, sad poem.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:15 am

      Everytime I see photos of 9-11, I cry.
      I remember seeing the 2nd plane hitting the tower & I my entire body being filled terror…
      Perhaps that’s why it’s called terrorism.
      HELL. That day was like being inside of hell. xx

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        September 11, 2011 at 6:22 pm

        Hubby and I had the TV off and a friend called us saying that he thought the Pentagon was bombed. After we turned it on we heard about everything that happened….

        ….my husband had just retired a year prior after serving 35 years in the US military. It was the ONLY time he ever regretted retiring!

        I never thought that we’d ever see anything like that….it’s amazing what people can do to each other.

        On the flip side, it’s amazing how kind people can be to each other, too. The outpouring of love and support afterwards is a testament to the American Spirit!

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          Kim Sisto-Robinson
          September 11, 2011 at 6:35 pm

          On that day….it seemed the world came was quite beautiful. xxx

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    Linda Medrano
    September 10, 2011 at 5:35 pm

    Kim, the poem is exquisite. It brought tears to my eyes. I too love NYC with a passion.

    We live in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was getting ready for work when the soft rock station DJ started saying that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. I was of course horrified and assumed it was a tragic accident. The second plane followed a moment later and it slowly came into my mind that this was no accident. I turned on CNN and woke up my husband. We both watched in horror and shock as the events began to unfold. The phone rang and my military Reservist husband was told that he was activated and to get to his unit. He and I were both crying when he left the house.

    I went to work. The next week went by in a complete haze to me. Such horror I have never experienced before in my life, including the earthquake of 1989 that killed a lot of people in this area. That was scary. This event was satanic.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:17 am

      Yes .Satanic. Hell on earth. I still remember vividy the feeling of horror & blackness. x

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    September 10, 2011 at 5:59 pm

    Oh oh oh such a poignant poem, words combined in such a moving way as to make a ten year old lump in my throat reappear… Thank you for sharing.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:18 am

      I feel the same way. This poem brings it all back. The devil was in New York City.
      –but the power of love will ALWAYS overcome. x

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    Alison@Mama Wants This
    September 10, 2011 at 8:09 pm

    Elizabeth, a beautiful and touching poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.

    I was far, far away (in Malaysia where I am still), and remember watching the events unfold on television, wondering if it was all real.

    All too real. I had two cousins living in NYC then, and thankfully they were safe. But so many weren’t, including coworkers of my friends. Only 3 degrees of separation from those who were lost, and I’m so far away. This impacted everyone, worldwide.

    I was in New York in 2008 and walked past Ground Zero. I can’t tell you how I felt, except for a great sadness. I still can’t really look at the pictures of that day.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:20 am

      —Mama, Alison,
      3 degrees of separation. YES. This hellish act impacted the entire Universe. x

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    ed pilolla
    September 10, 2011 at 8:49 pm

    one of the best poems i have read about 9-11. thank you for posting this. i was one my way to get approved for a mortgage that i never needed becuz the real estate market crashed and i wasn’t able to sell my place in order to buy another. it was absurd, sitting in his office and going over paperwork with the tv on about what was happening.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:21 am

      How can anybody forget? Never. Nerver. Hell is real. x

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    Grumpy Grateful Mon
    September 10, 2011 at 9:57 pm

    Thank you for sharing your friend’s poem. Those pictures are hard to see. My experience was a little different. I was already rocked from a family crisis that happened just the week before. I saw it on the news in my apartment. It’s still an unfathomable thing to me. I’m so grateful for those who lost there lives and for those who continue to serve our country.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:23 am

      Dear, Grumpy,
      SO many lost lives. It’s almost unbearable to think about. Utterly Surreal. x

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    Lady Fi
    September 10, 2011 at 11:05 pm

    It was indeed a terrible event. And one that is still going on around the world today. I’d like to make a plea to remember the victims of violence and hate around the world too…

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:24 am

      Lady, Fi,
      Yes, It is still happening. The HATE is still out there. We will NEVER forget….Always Remember. x

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    Vidya Sury, Freelance Writer & Blogger
    September 10, 2011 at 11:17 pm

    Heart-breaking. I remember I was just coming down the stairs of my office when the neighbors from the ground floor rushed out to share this news. Our relatives from the US were with us – and oh God, it was devastating to think of how the event shattered so many lives.

    My prayers are with everyone.

    That is a beautiful poem, Elizabeth.

    Thank you, Kim for sharing.


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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:25 am

      isn’t it amazing how horrible events like this impact the ENTIRE WORLD? We are ONE human race. ONE people. I do find that beautiful. xxx hug for you in India, dear.

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    Theresa Sonoda
    September 10, 2011 at 11:24 pm

    Beautiful poem. Thanks so much for sharing that. I was getting ready for work when the news came on about the first plane hitting the tower. By the time I got to work, the first tower had fallen. It was more than any of us could comprehend or take in. Never ever forget those who fell on 9/11!

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:27 am

      we all remember what we were doing that VERY second. Hell. Darkness. Blackness. Terror. We will Never Forget. xx

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    September 11, 2011 at 12:42 am

    Very moving poem. Thanks Elizabeth for sharing, so that we never forget what happened.

    Hard to believe it’s already 10 years and nothing much has changed, people have the same mindset and terrorism still make thousands of victims around the world. May we keep all the departed and their families in our prayers.
    In 2001, I was away in a place with no TV and no Radio and only discovered the atrocities 2 or 3 days later.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:33 am

      “and nothing much has changed”
      I find that unbearably sad. Why can’t we just LOVE one another? So simple. So much easier than HATE. x

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    Mandy - The Complete Cook Book
    September 11, 2011 at 1:22 am

    What a beautiful heartfelt poem, thank you for sharing Elizabeth’s emotions with us.
    I was at work at Investec Bank in Sandton and saw it all on the TV’s that are dispersed all around! Shattering, surreal experience!
    Have a happy Sunday.
    🙂 Mandy xo
    PS. Here is to the world knowing pure love, forgiveness and peace.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:35 am

      ——“Here is to the world knowing pure love, forgiveness and peace.”

      Mandy, LOVE Could Transform the Universe as we know it.


      Happy Sunday, dear friend.

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    Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella
    September 11, 2011 at 2:22 am

    I remember i was on the phone to Mr NQN who was my boyfriend at the time. I didn’t understand it at all. It was about 10pm and I said to him “How could a pilot get so lost?” and then he explained to me that it was probably on purpose. I just didn’t understand it at all.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:36 am

      I still don’t understand how people could feel “HATE” so deeply inside. xx

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    September 11, 2011 at 4:50 am

    I vividly recall turning on the television and seeing the horror and feeling, “No. This is not happening. It’s not possible” We were living in Michigan, where the largest number of Middle Easterners in the U.S. resides. I remember hearing how students of all backgrounds from Michigan State joined hands and formed a human shield around the mosque near the university and refused to leave until they were sure the mosque was safe. It still brings tears to my eyes.
    I am now living in NY and can feel the pain of the city as it deals not only with the 10 year “anniversary” but the current threat. Helicopters hovered overhead at my boys’ football practice on Friday night. The RFK bridge took forever to get over after practice as traffic was being funneled into a few lanes and large trucks were being inspected. I had a mixed sense of relief and anger. I thought of President Obama’s words in his Sept. 8th speech, “This is America.” And I thought, yes it is – and how much I love my country. There is absolutely no where else I’d rather be today – right here in NY.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 7:38 am

      this was beautiful.
      This is America.” And I thought, yes it is – and how much I love my country. There is absolutely no where else I’d rather be today – right here in NY.”
      It makes one feel HOPEFUL. xxxxxxxx LOve.

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    Hot Coco
    September 11, 2011 at 6:44 am

    Ten years ago … I was at the office, clueless as to what was happening, as I didn’t have a radio on and was concentrating on the day’s tasks.

    The phone rang around 9:00; my friend Kevin thinking to ask if I’d heard the news and calmly suggesting I tune in and he’d stay with me while I did that. Disbelief. Horror. Noticing the absence of the usual, busy traffic past my building on a main street in a busy New Hampshire town.

    It was also my roommate’s birthday, and we had a celebratory dinner planned with friends. E-mails were exchanged, and I insisted we stick to our plans. More e-mails were exchanged with guests; still coming and in agreement there would be no talk of the tragedy in front of my roommate’s 6-year-old daughter. Only after she’d been put to bed did the TV go on, and the subdued conversation begin.

    Today, I’m attending a remembrance at the American Legion in town, where my eldest brother – retired Navy – is a member and past Commander. It begins at 10:28, the time when the second tower fell.
    I’ve been weepy all morning; something about this particular anniversary is hitting me hard … Perhaps because so many strides have been made toward healing; remembering and honoring, yet moving forward. Peace.

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    Kim Sisto-Robinson
    September 11, 2011 at 7:40 am

    —Hot Coco,
    I love that you are going to the A.L.
    I get all emotional just thinking about it.
    All the rememberances today will be tear-jerkers.
    Love to you. x

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    September 11, 2011 at 10:27 am

    To everyone who left a comment about my poem, “September Mourn” and wrote about the unspeakable events of tha tday, I thnak you so very mich. Your commnets were quite moving and I hope one day that this world will be a much better place. This morning at the ceremony in NYC, I heard a young girl today thank her father for giving her life even though he did not live to see her being born. We can do so much better than to leave a child without a parent. A mother without her son. A sister without her little brother. We need to do a lot of soul seraching. Thanks and I wish you all peace in your lives. elizabeth

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 12:34 pm


      I Love you. You Inspire me :))) xxxx

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    September 11, 2011 at 10:48 am

    The U.S. is a different place now, definitely. The mission was accomplished and we’ve yet to recover from it. Nice poem. It must be extremely difficult to be in NY now. I understand it’s like a city under siege. Though, beyond that, we must also remember that over half a million Iraqis lost their lives. No justice there either. A lot went wrong with this. A whole lot…

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 12:36 pm


      What the world needs now is : ” LOVE. SWEET. LOVE.”

      This is my prayer. xxx

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    September 11, 2011 at 3:46 pm

    Kim- I think you hit it right on the head – we do need more love in this world. xx elizabeth

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 5:04 pm

      LOVE. So simple, but unattainable, it seems. xxxx

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    September 11, 2011 at 4:57 pm

    Wow – seeing the plane heading for the tower sent chills down my spine. Each time I see these images, hear these stories, read the poems, I still sit in amazement and horror of what happened, and awe of our country – and NYC’s – strength.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 5:05 pm

      Yes, the images are like watching HELL on Earth. x

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    September 11, 2011 at 6:18 pm

    What a magnificent poem Kim. What a cowardly act that was.
    Love You

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 11, 2011 at 6:33 pm


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    Pure Complex
    September 11, 2011 at 10:58 pm

    This was truly a wonderful poem. On this day I don’t think anyone should ever forget those who gave their lives willingly and unwillingly. Very nice tribute post

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    nan @ LBDDiaries
    September 12, 2011 at 6:52 am

    I was in our apartment in Vermont and hubby called. I thought he was joking because it was too horrific to wrap a mind around and believe. We didn’t have television service so for a wee bit I was able to glean some info from the internet. It remained unreal all day all the way up to today. That amount of hatred aimed at innocent people in the name of what?

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 12, 2011 at 8:06 pm

      I don’t think anybody will ever forget that “HELLish” Day. x

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    September 12, 2011 at 8:40 am

    I was on my way to work at the Red Cross in Green Bay when I heard Carl Kassel announce what happened on NPR. All that day, all that week and several afterwards people were lined up out the door to donate blood. Some walked in with soggy $100 bills, wet from their tears. One family came with ziploc bags full of coins – and then had to come back and ask for bus fare home. Our little chapter alone processed more than $1 million in donations for the victims of the attacks. Volunteers helped house and feed stranded travelers when all the planes were grounded. It was in many ways gratifying and hopeful to see the generosity and love from people in response to such a horrible, senseless act of hatred.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 12, 2011 at 8:08 pm

      The people that came together after that horrific act was a beautiful. As Anne Frank said, “With all the hate in the world, there is always something good.” x

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    September 12, 2011 at 8:46 am

    I lived and worked in New York City from the late 70’s through the mid 80’s. I lost a friend that day. It was a most difficult day, because it was so personal. I had been in those corridors and offices of both buildings countless times. It still remains a difficult day for me.

    Thank you so much for posting Elizabeth’s poem – so poignant and touching. So very New York.

    Light and Love to everyone.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 12, 2011 at 8:10 pm

      It seems unbelievably surreal, doesn’t it? That human beings can behave in such inhumane ways.. x

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    September 13, 2011 at 2:06 pm

    I’ve never been to NY but I get chills reading this poem knowing that it will never be the same. 10 years later, it will never be the same. We will never forget.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 13, 2011 at 2:24 pm

      Never the same…
      Oh, how I wish things could remain unchanged. x

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    joann mannix
    September 13, 2011 at 4:22 pm

    What a beautiful, beautiful song of mourning. Man, that was so lovely. Thank you for sharing.

    I was on my way to my daughters’ Catholic School to help out at the book fair. The first plane crashed and they reported it on the radio as I was driving there. By the time I got to the school parking lot, the second plane had crashed and I sat there for what seemed like forever so utterly stunned, listening to the reports, the confusion.

    I blindly made my way into school, where in the office they had the radio on and they were all on their knees praying. I tried to help out in the book fair, but I was so shocked and dazed like all of us. One of my friends came down to report to us that a plane had hit the Pentagon and I thought to myself, “This is it. Our freedom is over.”

    I made my way down to check on my girls and stopped for awhile in one of my daughter’s classrooms to talk to her teacher who was a friend of mine. We live near the air force base that is Central Command and so there are a lot of heavy duty military personnel in our area. Her husband was a member of special forces and she’d told me he had called her to say, he had to leave immediately and he’d call her as soon as he could, probably not for a few weeks. She said it had always been the way of things in his career. And she said, I’ll never forget, “This is what he has to do now. He has to go to so that we will all be safe. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

    It was the first time I realized the immense sacrifices so many people gave on that day.

    Finally, I had to find a tv and so I went to the faculty lounge where a group was huddled around the tv watching in horror. One of my favorite people in the world, one of our priests was there, witnessing all of this. People kept turning to him for solace, for words of comfort. And he kept dispelling them. It wasn’t until later I found out that his brother worked and died in the World Trade Center. He never let on. He must have been fraught with worry, but he never let on, taking care of all of us while he waited for news.

    That day was so filled with unfathomable tragedy, but at the same time there was such unbelievable humanity in the world.

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      September 13, 2011 at 5:02 pm

      thank you so much for this moving,surreal rememberance.
      I still get the chills as I think of the “Hell Day.”

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