September 16, 2001, Seattle, Washington
No shining wild shout of water that splatters
last month where we played on warm pavement stones
our Memorial fountain along with the mourners
weeps softly with hushed and reverent tones.
With flute’s sad hollow and haunting refrain
shuffling feet and murmuring strangers,
young fathers embracing their small sons, explain
fireman and flags and with soft careful nurture.
As family we gather broken and quiet
with flowers and flowers and flowers came we
thousands in number press close in our spirit
to share in our sorrow and take comfort in Thee.
No shining wild shout of water that splatters
last month where we played on warm pavement stones
our Memorial fountain along with the mourners
weeps softly with hushed and reverent tones.
With flute’s sad hollow and haunting refrain
shuffling feet and murmuring strangers,
young fathers embracing their small sons, explain
fireman and flags and with soft careful nurture.
As family we gather broken and quiet
with flowers and flowers and flowers came we
thousands in number press close in our spirit
to share in our sorrow and take comfort in Thee.
Ore the nation they gathered, through miles of dark night
came together unbeckoned. with soft candlelight.
Leeann Andrade-Kelley
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