This poem is written about a shell I found in the dirt and the life I imagine it living previously.

I lay in the grass brightly invisible

 I am dirt encrusted and lost 

My once gleaming body now dulled

My ridged edges mark where I have been

 Yet I am smooth inside, calm and at peace,

                                                        because, 

I know that in time I will be home. 

Ageless, yet, ancient

I am far from where I belong

Thankful, though, for my prolonged life

Had I not been taken by,

                                  the, 

Little girl with crimson ribbons in her hair 

And hole in her heart 

I would by now just be sand

Particles of me littering a white crushed shell  beach

Drowning in the oceans salty depths

I am lonely sometimes now, 

                                         since,

She no longer brings me up to her,

Soft pink ear to hear the sound she loves and fears

Waves, lapping, whispered footsteps

I sometimes think of what may have become of, 

                                                                                her,

Had she finally given in?

I hope, when I make it home, I’ll see her again

Feel myself in her warm palm once more

But now, I wait, sleepy, calm, and cold

-Liliana Jimenez