While I continued to take part in the A to Z Challenge earlier today, posting my ‘N’ post on time, my mind is on another letter today.
I was a student at BU on 9/11. As I walked to my 8 am grammar class the next day, I remember feeling that ‘day-after’ eeriness of a city too silent, too subdued to ever be Boston. This morning my heart went out to those making a similar trek, feeling the same unease.
So today, and likely for many days to come . . .
B is for my Boston, America’s Boston.
For the city where I first fell in love with the theater,
watched my first professional ballgame,
set my first rugby scrum,
slipped in underage to my first bar.
B is for the brashness Bostonians love.
For learning to drive with reckless abandon,
to use one four letter word as all eight parts of speech,
to speed-walk even when the wind isn’t biting,
to make rivals out of entire cities.
B is for the bravery Bostonians displayed.
For those whose first response was to run into danger,
For those who kept running to find ways to help,
For a city which didn’t panic, but pulled together,
For a city of fighters, who will not back down,
who will regroup and rebuild,
and be back next year
as bold, and brash, and brave as ever.