9/11. What good could come of it? so, I made busy..
but as the day went on..and I logged onto to Face Book…
“Where were you on 9/11?”
was a post after post, after post…
It wasn’t 9/11 I thought of at that point..I could tell you where I was that day…what I thought about, that I am know raising a child,that does not know that day..it is but from my memory of which she will recall it…
I recalled, being annoyed, as aunts and my grandmother, re told Pearl Harbor…
And I was angry at myself, for not thinking of them as woman, and mothers…wives….that they too, rubbed their swollen bellies, scared, wondering,when Pearl Harbor happened, if husbands would see unborn children..if brothers would be uncles and sisters would be aunts….They talked, sometimes endlessly….I know why they did now…I wish, more than I ever I knew it before