S.C.

Here I am,
being reincarnated once again.
Brought back to life
by a brother and a sister,
and their initially apprehensive father.
He’s coming around though.
Maybe he’s reminded of his own childhood years,
laughing and chatting and really seeing his children.

I love it here
The sounds
The smells
The people
(well, most of the people)

I’m larger today than I was yesterday.
Of course, yesterday my architect was
just a young child,
maybe 4 or 5 years old.
Her mother watched from a distance,
more worried about her hair
and her body
and how she looked to others,
than about what her beautiful, yet sad
child was creating.

I love it here
The sounds
The smells
The people
(well, most of the people)

I relax in the sun on good days,
taking everything in and storing away memories.
But I fall flat and sad on gray days,
and I wait
for my end to come.
Some days I think my life is over,
yet I reappear the next.
Other times though, usually when it’s cold,
I remain lost for weeks, months,
before finding my way back.
Always with help of course.

I love it here
The sounds
The smells
The people
(well, most of the people)

I hear talk of no sun tomorrow.
Today’s dad tells his little ones
it has been the best day.
He’s glad they didn’t wait
because tomorrow will be gray and wet.
So, I stand tall and proud
knowing my time is short.
I’ll either be drowned tonight,
Or drowned tomorrow.
But today
I’ll live.

I love it here
The sounds
The smells
The people
(well, most of the people)

Tori Burris Inkley
4/26/24