I ring her bell.
Barely a second passes
before I'm buzzed in,
though in the past
it took a couple of minutes.
I walk into the apartment.
She's sitting there.
Waiting.
I say hello
giver her a kiss
and ask her how her day went.
And then we begin.
I take out the camcorder
and ask a couple of
questions.
And she talks.
Tells the story
of a time I can't even
Imagine.
Of a place harsher than my worst
nightmares.
Tells of a time she barely
remembers
yet one that she feels
more than yesterday.
With nary a tear,
she speaks of the atrocities.
Of the family that was
but is no more
except in her heart
and in her dreams.
I marvel at her strength.
This short,
petite
weak woman
has such fortitude.
The half hour's up.
I get up
kiss her goodbye
and tell her I'll be back
next week.
Bobby
It's difficult
getting to know you
But I'm ever so grateful...
