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

Slow 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 come we

thousands in number press close in our spirit

to share in our sorrow and take comfort in Thee.

Still more tender vigil ‘long the miles in the night

They gather unbeckoned with soft candlelight.

Leeann Andrade-Kelley