>What do you think of our future as artists and
>of our artworks to come? Hi. I received this letter and was given permission to post it here.
Dear Ilia
It is so lovely to be able to write to you like this. I can assure you that
everybody here in England cried with you. I do not normally write poetry
but I had had such a lovely day. I had walked with three friends from my
Geology class from London Bridge to the Tower of London, where we had
lunch. Then we caught the boat down river to Greenwich, the Docklands
Light Railway to Lewisham and the train home. My fifth grandchild was due
on 12th September and I was wondering if there would be a message on the
ansaphone. My husband was out entertaining the residents in a nursing home
with his accordion and I thought what a beautiful world it is and how
lucky I am. When my husband arrived home he switched on the television
whilst I prepared dinner and shouted at me to come quickly. I just could
not believe it, all my Parkinsonn's symptoms returned and I shook like a
leaf.
This is what I wrote:
It had been a day for living, with the sun's warmth on my face, not a time
to spend in giving any thought to actions base.
As with friends I strolled, at leisure, through the streets I knew so
well, one more moment I would treasure, unaware of death's sad knell.
For as I was looking forward to the baby that was due, in the dust and
smoke and debris of New York the anger grew.
How could one man be so empty, so unmerciful, so blind to the beauty all
around him and the peace he could not find?
As I watched the smoke and fire, in my heart I felt such pain for the
broken men and women who would never walk again.
For the sake of my new grandchild, I shall smile and show no fear, he must
only know the love and joy that holds him close and dear.
Not for him to know the reasons for the horrors seen today, sufficient is
the knowledge that the guilty ones will pay.
I hope you like it and thank you.
Sue
