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IN LOVING MEMORY: REMEMBERING 9/11 ON ITS 25TH ANNIVERSARY

Posted on September 11, 2026September 11, 2026 By John Neff 7 Comments on IN LOVING MEMORY: REMEMBERING 9/11 ON ITS 25TH ANNIVERSARY
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September wore a quiet morning sky,
Blue stretched above the city, clear and wide.
Coffee cooled beside unfinished plans,
While ordinary life moved across the land.

Trains carried strangers throughout the day,
Elevators climbed their old familiar way.
Phones began to ring, doors opened to go inside,
No one knew how quickly time would divide.

That morning changed when metal split the sky,
Steel met fire as flames began to rise.
Sirens cut through streets that heard that sound,
Smoke climbed upward while the world looked down.

Some rushed for safety as survival called,
Others turned toward danger through it all.
Boots climbed stairways through the choking air,
Carrying courage where fear was everywhere.

Trembling voices reached out through the phone,
Calling the ones they feared they’d leave alone.
Words once ordinary suddenly became
The last “I love you” someone heard them say.

There were hands that reached for strangers in the street,
Dust-covered faces, trembling hands and feet.
People who had never met before that day
Held one another when the world gave way.

Paper drifted slowly through the sky,
Pieces of a life that learned to fly.
Photographs, reports, and written plans
Fell across the streets where chaos began.

Two towers that had marked the morning light
Vanished underneath a cloud of gray and white.
The skyline changed far deeper than the view,
A wound remained beneath the September hue.

Firefighters left helmets where they fell,
Officers walked toward a nightmarish living hell.
Medics waited, praying someone came,
While families searched every list for another name.

There were empty chairs at tables after that,
Homes kept waiting, but no footsteps came back.
Birthdays came with one less person to call,
Years of holidays grew quieter for us all.

Children stare at their parents now through a frame,
Hearing stories softly spoken with their name.
Some grew older with a loss they could not trace,
Learning who they lost through memories and a face.

Years moved forward, though the first few seemed slow,
Buildings rose again beneath a weary glow.
Traffic filled the streets, and the trains still run,
And life rebuilt beneath the rising sun.

But rebuilding never means forgetting pain,
Nor does sunlight wash away all the rain.
A scar can close and still remain in sight,
A name can live forever in the light.

Every year that morning comes again,
September returns softly through the wind.
Bells are heard where people are now forever known,
And their names are read so no one stands alone.

We remember those who went to work that day,
The passengers who boarded flights and flew away.
First responders climbed through smoke and prayers,
While loved ones waited, hoping someone was alive in there.

We remember those who chose to help instead,
The living carrying strangers and the dead.
We remember courage without asking why,
And ordinary people who refused to pass them by.

Time cannot return the lives that disappeared,
Nor erase the grief carried through the years.
But memory keeps what death could never take,
The love they left behind that time could never break.

So when Nine Eleven finds each mourning soul,
Let the morning light fall where loss still takes its toll.
May silence keep the names we cannot see,
Not as numbers, but as lives and memories.

For every person and family carrying that day,
For every photograph that will not fade away.
For every person remembered through the years,
For every name still spoken through the tears.

We lower our heads, but we do not forget.
The sky remembers where the towers met.
The nation carries what was taken from sight,
And keeps their memory forever through every night.

In loving memory of every life taken, every family changed, every first responder lost, and every person who carried September 11, 2001, forward with them.

We remember, and we will never forget.



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Comments (7) on “IN LOVING MEMORY: REMEMBERING 9/11 ON ITS 25TH ANNIVERSARY”

  1. Bookstooge says:
    September 12, 2026 at 7:31 am

    Thank you for the poem.

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    1. John Neff says:
      September 12, 2026 at 6:35 pm

      You’re very welcome, and thank you for reading. I truly appreciate it.

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  3. 80smetalman says:
    September 11, 2026 at 2:52 am

    I had been teaching all day that fateful day and first heard about when another teacher, who had taken his class on an outing, heard it on the news over the radio. I immediately looked it up on the internet and read the report. I had a message on my cell phone from my then girlfriend telling me about it and on the way home, my ex- wife phoned me up worried that our sons, who have dual US-UK citizenship, would be drafted for military service in the US.
    When I got home, the reports were coming in and I was glued to the TV set for about 3 hours. It’s hard to believe 25 years has passed since. Your poem is a great tribute to all who were involved.

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    1. John Neff says:
      September 11, 2026 at 4:41 am

      Thank you very much, Michael. It is remarkable how clearly so many of us still remember where we were and how the news reached us that day. Your story shows how quickly the shock spread far beyond New York and Washington, reaching families across countries and immediately raising fears about what might come next. It is hard to believe twenty-five years have passed. Thank you for sharing your memory of that day, and I truly appreciate your kind words about the poem. It is important that these personal memories continue to be shared and carried forward.

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  4. Sheila “Spiral Sister” Murrey says:
    September 11, 2026 at 1:45 am

    I will never forget. I worked in Brooklyn the year prior. Friends were there texting me. I encouraged them to write about their experiences. To document it all. I sat astonished later, reading what they experienced. The blackness. The smoke. Struggle to breathe. Trying to get home without a working subway. The grief. Sadness. Uncertainty. Masses walking through streets trying to get back home. The aftermath was horrendous in the financial district of NYC.
    I was in LA and when the movie studios shut down, I knew our country would never be the same.

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    1. John Neff says:
      September 11, 2026 at 2:18 am

      Thank you for sharing that, Sheila. Hearing what your friends experienced firsthand—the smoke, the darkness, the struggle to breathe, the long walk home, and everything that followed—really brings home how much that day reached far beyond what most of us saw on television. Encouraging them to write it down was important, because those personal accounts are part of the history too. I can only imagine how different it must have felt knowing people who were there and then realizing, even from Los Angeles, that the country had changed in an instant. I agree with you. I thought the same thing—that nothing would ever be the same. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing as well. I was delivering gutters to a few customers that day in Clarence, NY, and I was sitting at a red light when the news was unfolding live on the radio. I sat through a few green lights along with others around me. For those few long minutes, it felt as though everything had come to a complete standstill. It is still so sad to think about. Thank you again for reading the poem and for sharing this. We will never forget.

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