I paint the NY skyline because I remember…
The view from the bridge….so wonderful…
I remember.
I remember a young boy,
so cute, so sweet.
I remember….my first kiss.
We were friends stayed in touch…
He was a Son, a Father, Husband, Brother…Friend.
I remember a young man….kind, decent strong, giving….
A fireman.
He too was a Son, Father, Husband, Brother…Cousin, Friend.
I remember a sweet young woman…her children miss her every day,
Her family misses her and her friends miss her.
So many on that day woke, showered and simply
went off to work….another day.
I remember watching….I remember the pain, the loss…the heartbreak….
No, not just another day!
So, I paint the NY skyline because I remember.
