Bonnie
by Casey Jepson
© 2000

If you've ever been walking through a desert and magically stumbled apon a still-cold case of Pepsi, you know what it's like to know Bonnie.
If you've ever dug up weeds out of your backyard and uncovered a chest full of pirate treasure, you know what it's like to know Bonnie.
If you've ever widdled at a bar of soap with your fingernail until you found yourself holding a statue of an Angel, you know what it's like to work with Bonnie.
If you've ever planted a seedling in your garden and lived to see it grow to a hundred feet, you know what it's like to be with Bonnie.
And if you've ever raised a kitten for eight wonderful years and then had to release it tearfully into the wild, you know what it's like to leave Bonnie.
A person who doesn't know a Bonnie is like a cat without whiskers.
And a school without a Bonnie is like a garden without sunlight.
And no body is complete without a Bonnie in the heart.

Bonnie, former secretary of Summit school. At the Senior Roast in 2000, Bonnie gave me the keys to her heart. At her early retirement party I wrote her this poem. I say check out Bonnie's new career at Willow's Gallery.

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