Remembering those lost on September 11, 2001.
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.
“Dreams in the Dusk,” Carl Sandburg
It’s hard to believe twelve years have passed.
It is. We had four kids born in our family that year–beginning in April and ending in December–including Steven, born on 9/11. It stuns me they are on the verge of being teens!
Steven
that steven boy still has a lot of l’arnin’ to do. i had dinner with him the other night, and he shot the cover from his drinking straw at me — from the other side of the table, no less. and all because i threw just one little piece of tortilla chip at him. geez, grow up, boy!
Kids! You share a bit of your favorite food with him, and this is how he repays you. I don’t know where he gets such mischief.