To each his own. To me my own.


I’m still at a loss for words – for this I am sorry.

My nieces take my breath away with their beauty… both of them.

I see my own daughter, her father and family completely torn to pieces.

As am I.

My thoughts go every which way but loose. What set of problems could penetrate the mind so,
that this would become the only answer.

It has all become a mind game to me – of whether this really happened… or not.

There are far too many people depending on your strength for their own selves.

You are way too young to exit.

All the people who turned out tonight love you so… and the tears of tough men abound.

I wish you and I had talked before you left. I so wish for that.

A little bird sits on the window sill, watching me type… and still I think of you. I do believe you must be happy beyond words right now.

And at peace. Finally, at peace.


4 responses

  1. Very sad. I am so sorry for all of you. Blessings… Someday maybe we will understand what make no sense at all to us now.

    August 17, 2010 at 5:28 pm

    • Bonnie

      Thanks so much Carol. My thoughts obviously have no direction right now. I hope to pick it up tomorrow, from the news my daughter received today I believe I’ll have no problem in doing that.

      August 17, 2010 at 10:29 pm

  2. Angie

    Tears burn my eyes…..very nice poem.

    August 19, 2010 at 10:35 am

    • Bonnie

      Thank you.

      August 20, 2010 at 9:42 am

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