You took us, your children, under your hands, mama, beneath the steps of our home's first floor, to protect us from the bombs. You never

September/ 11/01 I cannot walk My nerves have failed my knees Doctors say: She is scared I cannot write, my hands are short my soul

September/ 11/01 I cannot walk My nerves have failed my knees Doctors say: She is scared I cannot write, my hands are short my soul

I look at you With my hands Watchful Over you Here I am Thinking again Feeling motherhood At the center Forever I will watch over

My mother was visiting from Denmark. Before she left, we drove from Connecticut to New York to visit Ground Zero. After seeing the remains of

Listen again. One Evening at the close of Ramadan, ……..ere the better Moon arose, In that old potter's shop I stood alone, ……..with the clay