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
From Tuesday 