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‘FRIENDSHIP’
Friends, Friends,
They are so much fun.
Friends, Friends,
All wrapped up in one.
We play in different ways.
Friends, Friends,
We can play for days & days!
Jackie Sayegh, Age 8
Third Grade, Visitation Academy |
Dedicated to my Jackie Mafackie:
I will never forget, I cannot ever forget. That’s why she will never be
gone.
Can I have This Last Dance?
Can I have this last dance?
May I have this one last chance to feel the air
beneath your feet, if death we were to cheat?
May I set your picture in my mind
on constant rewind, and then fall asleep
to the memories that I find?
Can I turn this world a-back
without regard of how I act,
without a thought of what I see?
Everything that makes you be is what
I want one last time.
Do you think there’s one more chance
for you to laugh at someone’s stance,
or to cry when someone falls when you really
see them crawl?
Or does the answer lie within,
in your spirit’s own chagrin?
In the way you lived your life
without regard for hate or strife.
And when I think of cur last dance,
it never meant our one last chance
as if a dream forever bore —
your smile, your love, your spirit,
with me forever more.
R.J. Sayegh October ‘01 |
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Jackie
The wind blew, and I shook.
Our friend is gone, her soul God took.
The sky is black, smoke gray and white
Our throats are swollen, the tears we fight.
Her time was short. It went too fast.
I need more whiskey to fill my glass.
We choke down memories of her spills and tumbles.
She made us laugh. I feel so humble
To have known a woman oath as she,
So vibrant and radiant, so carefree.
The red wine stains she spilled on my Shirt
Have faded now with pain and hurt.
Many nights we spent ‘til the wee hours,
Singing laughing, the world was ours.
Now she’s gone, our lives are changed,
But her memory we keep, her light remains.
Now when we gather to laugh and sing
Her glass we will fill, her soul we retain.
We hold her deeply in our thoughts and our prayer
And will forever wish that she could be here.
So now I raise the whiskey in my glass,
To toast the woman whose life was a flash.
Here’s to you sweet Jackie, to your spirit and memory.
I now drink this short of “Irish Money”.
Mike “the Cop" Wysokowski
September 11, 2001 |
“The American Flag: A Tribute to
America’s Heroes”
Ever since I was a 1ittle girl I
have had a special friend
As I grew and grew I watched and played with her
everyday. It did not matter that she was so much older
than I because she treated me her age.
Then on September 11 she went on
her way to work in
the Twin Towers. I found out a few days later that she
was never found. I was so sad because I would never see
her again. I would try so hard not to remember that I
can‘t ever see her.
Now when I look at that flag and I
see all of the
patriotism I can‘t help but honor her and also the other
people who were lost. I also honor all of the police and
firefighters who heroically spent all of their time looking
for her and the many others.
The flag is also her to me, her
life, joy, and happiness. If
only there was a way to see her again. Yet I do see her
all around, in the flag, in my heart and others, in the
morning breeze, and in the cool night air. I know she
will always be there looking down at me.
Samantha Rosa
Writing June 3, 2002
Essay |
