Bonnie

I will probably never

See her again

It was one of those

Paths crossing times

When strangers share

A table and a few words

For a moment in a place

In which neither lives

I don't know her last name

Her first name was Bonnie

And it was perfect for her

Fit her like a soft leather glove

In the play of words

I heard a few notes from

The song of her soul

Caregiver committed to

Her mother-in-law

Ruth to her Naomi

Just taking a breather

So she could return refreshed

Loving tributes to a woman

She said is "wonderful"

And for whom she

Is privileged to care

A weekend by the lake

Little village of shops

Cafes art artists

Respite before return to routine

The world needs more Bonnies

Although there are many

And we need more Naomis

Women who see each other

Through the hard times

Bonnie lives the meaning

Of her name

Pretty excellent

Good bonus

With holy hands pure heart

She performs the ordinances

Of faith every day

Ordinary acts of the Divine

Angel in flesh

Handmaid of God

Bonnie in Chicago is

Thanks be for her!

Christie for Bonnie

July, 2011