January 3, 2011

a little girl
painted colorful smiles
on tenement walls
that cracked…
right down the middle.

her laughter
ran up and down
the stairs
knocking on sad doors,
turning door knobs
into smiles.

the little girl’s
always bright eyes
filled with amber hope
lit up apartment rooms
when the power was cut.

her energy -the brightest blue
against the grayest sky.
she was hope in pigtails
and told tales,
“oh the things that [she] saw on [122nd] street.”

her imagination
had no limits–
as make belief friends
built linen fort castles
that never received eviction notices.

her smile
wrapped in grape now & laters
would sweeten her mom’s despair.

she. was. her. own.

wanted to be everything.
played doctor
and healed wounded souls.
played teacher
and taught teddy bears
how to write love in cursive.
by mid-day she was a vet
fixing clipped wings
on birds that were never meant to fly.
spent her afternoons
in an astronaut suit
because even aliens had to meet her.

and at night time…
she was a superhero.
in her police athletic league
t-shirt and a beach towel
big enough to fly her around the world.

she lived. she sang. she laughed.
played. she was curious. smiled often.

she painted
dreams and wishes
on  generic canvasses.
wrote poetry
on makeshift journals.

her imagination
climbed monkey bars,
made concerts
out of church services,
and cooked the best
homemade dirt pies
on that side of the hudson.

she. was. her. own.

~Sarahí Yajaira, 2011 ©

2 Responses to “found”

  1. Darcy Says:

    Much love

  2. pam Says:

    “….she painted
    dreams and wishes
    on generic canvasses.
    wrote poetry
    on makeshift journals…”

    Speaks to me. Thank-You

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