Three Weeks Later
Bonnie goes off to work one day
Little David cries
"Who's going to take care of us?" he asks;
Three weeks later
In the time of early dawn
The sky is cloudy; the moon is not over
Though sunrise was gone
Pale white, misty thick paste colors you can taste
Are the colors that go by.
Peace, Hope and Strength United
Are holding a close tie.
The son seems to have disappeared
And so every night these three weeks
My Bonnie By the rail
My Bonnie who lies somewhere underneath
Flagrant fumes of despair rise
To stay the course
Submitted by Philip Regman to Body Positive on October 10 in honor of Bonnie W., who is missing and presumed dead in the September 11 attacks on the World Trade Center.
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