LIJIA, THE THIRD OF THE GREAT DANES

She wasn’t always happy,
The third in the story,
But she longed for a world
In which she could see.
She marveled at pictures
Of places far away,
Of waves and of magic,
Of kingdoms and queens.
 
She once said she wished
She could mute all her dreams
And work with less heart
In the way.
She’d dream of her brother,
And her long-gone mother,
And how things might get better
One day.

She found herself admiring
The will of others,
As she prepared the meals
They’d later eat.
So they’d pull up their chairs,
T.V. on, and she, waiting there,
Until they’d finished,
And she could take her seat.
 
What the girl in this story,
Lijia, does not see,
Is that her legend
Is one unlike others.
Because in the origin of pain,
Grew booming dreams, uncontained,
And for that she is third
Of The Great Danes.