Date: 9-11-2001
With every heartbeat, there are mountains to
overcome. There is always an army from Rome
to conquer before a house can start feeling like
a home. The long lonesome road home for some
hearts is marked with stones, roses or crosses. I
know why the caged bird sings, its pretty wings
have been cut off. Words as cruel as the devil himself
speak of evil things. Everything was going on great this
pretty Tuesday morning until airplanes hit the World
Trade Center and Pentagon. The statue of liberty was
in as much pain as a woman in childbirth watching the
chaos unfold. One by one, towers suffer a relapse and then
collapse after each other into the abyss, sweet silent heavenly bliss.
Heaven's gates are now opening and angels are flying down to earth in
preparation to gather up the dead. As I lay here in this hospital bed
giving birth, another person may be on his or her death bed saying their last breath.
Amidst the chaos, the powers of one high supreme being remains unshaken and
unbroken, stands out from the rest. No matter what dreams may come, my concrete
angel, arise from the ashes and touch the sky. The trick is to keep on breathing and
keep holding onto the promise of living tomorrow. In the meantime, the lord makes
beauty to come out of my own pain and ends my sorrow. I give birth to a very beautiful
and healthy baby girl whose name is Mary Ellen Girardi.