Nadia

For you, it was day one. You came to the city, to follow a lead. From the Land of Pharoahs, to help those in need. The light blue flag, flown to protect. Ripped and tattered, like and old rag, without respect. July 20th, was the day. At 2:14, the world came down. Dark and still, like the night. We found you where you lay. Stone by stone, the tomb came down. All stopped, for you we had found. A white shroud, to protect and send you above. Silent prayers spoken aloud, burden of the world. Salty tears streaming down. No name, no photo. Who knew this woman from afar? I learned about you from others. What little I knew. It was I who called yur mother. The hardest breath I ever drew. Ma'am, did she work here? Was there a mole? A silver necklace? Yes, it's her. I'm sorry. How do you say? Yes, okay, thankyou. Disbelief. Uncanny relief. Just one more thing before you go. Which bell do we ring? You tell me child. Does it really matter, now that her spirit is wild.