My daughter awoke on that September 11th morn
To dress in her flight attendants uniform
And Pinned her wings upon the pressed collar
Which signified, when in danger she would proceed with valor

In Blue skies within the thundering engines roar, routine was shaken by the piercing 4 bell alarm above the door
Forever dreaded by even the fiercest civil servant's duty sworn
News across the nation began unbelievable reports of planes undetected careened out of control
Many stood guard , keeping fear at bay
Standing with each other with a hand upon courage

My daughter, arrived safely at the Boston airport
how she had traded a scheduled with a fellow co-worker
Called home to calm the terror amid the incoming news reports

Yes the other daughter on flight attendant duty
was missing on the crashed airbus amid the fiery fray
After the wreckage had cooled, making identity a grim task amid the remains
A golden shinning metal with the name etched within the charred wings
the only piece of one's surviving identity
Was tenderly placed into a grieving father's hands that clutched so tenderly to memories
Returning his daughter precious, golden, wings.
And we who watched will never forget your face
Remembering the wreckage that we escaped

Yes, these golden wings will carry on the mission at hand
Giving us a freedom legacy to comprehend
When sorrow is mixed with grace
There is an anchor that we can trace
To the value of this daughters  golden winged face


TheresaKrenz@copyright2001

Family Travel Coaching

What is it that keeps you from visiting that distant relative or experiencing a swim with the dolphins?  Maybe a distant fleeting fear or nervousness about the possible things that might go haywacky?  Reclaim your freedom with removal of blocks that would have you realize your best place visited by You.  Take advantage of the Emotional Freedom of breaking out of the anxiety mode of rehashing all that might happen and step into a segment intending practice tailored for your specific life travel needs.  Arrival at the city of your dreams for you to enjoy.  Individual destinations are as unique as your fingerprint, yet one thing is for sure that they continually evolve as we reach and step to pick up the map and arrange for the itinerary, one by one. 

Certified Life Coach Practitioner and Stress Reduction Specialist trained in Qigong balance

 Poetic expressions For Parents Who Do Their Best In the Face Of Storms

Fathers cry when his children are in danger
when they cannot turn the steering wheel as the car driven by his child has crossed the double yellow caution line
in the middle of the road
to keep the swerving vehicle out of the headwinds of the oncoming unaware drivers in the rush hour traffic.

Unaware of the enemy that would steal the light from within because it's been done before long ago,
to take the  glowing essence of the father imbedded within his son because of beliefs that caused the highway
to zigzag on a path that is not clear because of the fog of momentum that are not true and hinder
a heart to unfurl and grow

Fathers comfort when loneliness hovers around the heavy downtrodden shoulders of his son
that cannot grasp the next rung of the ladder to rise up from the harsh training of old patterns
that are passed down from generations not knowing why

Fathers courage keeps anger in check when his children stumble in the same potholes that this father fell into
in young teenage times when standing to leap from the bridge of rebel gate

Fathers can hold up the shield when the son's tired arm is bruised and broken from the arrows of criticism
mad shameful attached labels

Fathers can hold a child focus, to accomplish and master with determination to
nervously persist late into the night to exhibit protection and strength

Father imprint upon his children and shape what is to occur because of an anchor of awareness and adventure
bring insight to have an attitude of accomplishment

Fathers strengthen a sons heart with smiles, bouncing off reasons to go beyond what is known
and open the cornucopia when all other friends have gone

Fathers meet their sons halfway up the stairs while a mothers heart sings with deep emotion a heart song
individual as the foundation under the Spinx at Luxor in Egypt

copyright 2013@TheresaKrenz