nmah158.xml
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nmah158.xml
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That Night, September 11, 2001
I kiss my daughter good-night
Shes tangible, touchable
I want the twisted steel screams
To subside
I can still hear the cell phone I love yous,
they linger in the thick smoky air
Echoing that frantic love,
I absently stroke my daughters hair
Searing white hot disbelief blinds me -
I feel as stone cold as the rescuers
Ash covered agony repeats and repeats in the days images
Flash frozen forever in time and in my mind
There is no blanket of forgetfulness -
Except this moment
With my daughter
I let my tears fall into
Her sweet hair -
A final kiss good bye.
-- Karyl Goldsmith
I kiss my daughter good-night
Shes tangible, touchable
I want the twisted steel screams
To subside
I can still hear the cell phone I love yous,
they linger in the thick smoky air
Echoing that frantic love,
I absently stroke my daughters hair
Searing white hot disbelief blinds me -
I feel as stone cold as the rescuers
Ash covered agony repeats and repeats in the days images
Flash frozen forever in time and in my mind
There is no blanket of forgetfulness -
Except this moment
With my daughter
I let my tears fall into
Her sweet hair -
A final kiss good bye.
-- Karyl Goldsmith
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Created by Author
yes
Described by Author
no
Date Entered
2002-08-18
Citation
“nmah158.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed October 1, 2026, https://911.dev.chnm.gmu.edu/items/40720/.