Chaplain Dawson April 16, 2008


When Chaplain Dawson came and talked with me,

he doesn’t think it did any good,

because I could only cry.

But that was what I needed to do,

for that was what was bottled up inside.

Now I need to find a way to let him know and see,

That when he was here to talk and I mainly cried, that he really did help me.

I let my poems do most of my talking since I just kept on crying.

The harder and harder talking about the fire got, the more I kept

crying and trying.

It really was surprising when he got up to leave and said,

“I came to help you, but instead you helped me”.

I found that hard to understand with all the crying I did and

the poems I gave him to read.

He has to know he helped me and he did do some good,

Because even though I’m still scared to sleep, I don’t want to eat,

and I shudder with fear when I hear a sirene, I can feel a

changing in my mood.

That has to mean he’s helped me to start down the right road,

and the changing in my mood.

Is a sign I’m starting to lighten the load.

So now I hope Chaplain Dawson can see

when he came to talk with me he really did help me.

Thank you,

Amanda Joy

(pen name for Bonnie Jean)

April 16, 2008

One month after the fire.

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