MYR. MICHAEL BLOOMBERG, NEW YORK CITY: Today, again, we are a city that mourns. We come here to honor those that we lost and to remember this day with sorrow, but we also remember with pride. And from that comes our resolve to go forward. Our faces and hopes turn toward the future. In keeping with this, the children of our city and the children who lost loved ones will lead our ceremonies. It is in them that the spirit of New York lives, carrying both our deepest memories and the right promise of tomorrow. And now, please join us and all New Yorkers in a moment of silence.</s>PETER NEGRON, FATHER KILLED OF 9/11: My name is Peter Negron. My father, Pete Negron, worked on the 88th floor of the World Trade Center. I wanted to read you this people because us says what I was feeling. "Stars. I like the way they look down from the sky and didn't seem to mind the way I cried. They didn't say wipe away those tears, or tell us, tell us what's the matter here. But shining through the dark, they calmly stayed and gently held me in their quiet way. I felt them watching over me, each one. It let me cry and cry until I was done."</s>BLOOMBERG: Last year, when he was America's poet laureate, Billy Collins wrote a poem he called the names about the 2,792 who perished that day. Here are its closing lines: "Names etched on the head of a pin, one name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel. A blue name needled into the skin, names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers, the bright-eyed daughter, the quick son, alphabet of names in a green field, names in the small tracks of birds, names lifted from a hat or balanced on the tip of the tongue, names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory, so many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart."
Mayor Bloomberg Speaks; Poem Read by Son of 9/11 Victim