I remember her clearly,
her eyes full moons
that waxed with excitement
whenever she spoke.

I remember her smile:
molars on display
as her cheeks hugged
eyes that shone.

I remember her laugh:
a sprinkling of liquid glitter
that cracked a smile even
on concrete faces.

I remember her hands;
their dance when she spoke,
an animation of twirls
graceful and fierce.

I remember her clearly,
her crown of resilience
a shield for days
that could snap her back.

I remember that girl,
now a mere shadow
and songs of days gone by
a howl in the wind.

© LaYinka Sanni, May 2015

 

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