The Lady by Dana Holland

http://creationsbysue.com/remembrance.html I wonder what she thought, As she stood there, strong and tall. She couldn’t turn away, She was forced to watch it all. Did she long to offer comfort, As her country bled? With her arm forever frozen, High above her head. She could not shield her eyes, She could not hide her face. She just stared across the water, Keeping freedom’s place. The smell of smoke and terror, Somehow reduced her size. So small within the harbor, But still was recognized. How dignified and beautiful, On a day so many died. I wonder what she thought, And I know she must have cried. As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, We became one class. As we lit candles of waiting and hope, We became one generation. As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno, We became one gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body. As we mourned together the great loss, We became one family. As we cried tears of grief and loss, We became one soul. As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes, We become one people. We are: One color One class One generation One gender One faith One language One body One family One soul One people We are the power of one … We are united … We are America.