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Gathering in the Aftermath
by Lisa DeSiro
I took the bus across the river
to meet my friends for dinner.
Chatted with a young singer
on her way to opera rehearsal.
Chatted with a young MIT student
on his way to Symphony Hall.
Newbury Street full of pedestrians,
like a typical evening in early spring.
I dodged my way through…
After the bombing, I struggled with the darkness of that moment like everyone else. That explosion killed three beautiful people, maimed others and wounded us all. Our collective soul reeled-tumbling in the penumbra of the blast. And the news that gushed from every media orifice afterwards was like shrapnel to the heart.
So, I wrote a poem. I…
I'm grateful to have been there with them:
Here are the lyrics:
We watched the runners run
under the April sun
So grateful for the cool sea…
"It Hurts Me
It hurts me to know that you cry
I know you need a friend
So I'll be with you till the very end.
I'll be with you through thick and thin
And I wish this misery will end.
I hope you know I'll always be there,
So you won't have to live in despair.
I just want you to know,
That the love I have for you will always show."