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
"Who's going to take care of us?" he asks;
Three weeks later
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
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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