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.