Three Weeks Later

Bonnie goes off to work one day
She kisses her kids off to school
Pretty much the same way
Not knowing this day would be her last.

Little David cries
As every night mommy dies,
Mommy dies in his dreams.

"Who's going to take care of us?" he asks;
His troubled mind has this new task
Thinking of the future
For him and his sister too
"Will Grandma come soon or will it be you?"

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
But I know it's clear to me
Simply by the light of day
The comfort in a tone that He is here
So the promise of tomorrow and things to come
Will be -- will be

And so every night these three weeks
That have gone by
I ask the lord
To bless and protect all the little Davids
Who lie in their bed and cry
Of mommy -- of Bonnie.

My Bonnie By the rail
By the water
By the lighthouse in the dark

My Bonnie who lies somewhere underneath
The skyline in the City of New York.
As every night Bonnie dies
Out loud mommy dies completing his dream.

Flagrant fumes of despair rise
Amidst the crowds worldwide -- they mourn
The loss of those gathered round we frown
We frown; we frown to God to stay the course

To stay the course
Without panic yet
Anger and sorrow holding true our liberty's intact
Allowing forever better days to come
We stay the course
We 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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