Brick

THIS POEM IS IN FIVE PARTS!



If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.
- Orson Welles



PART 1



The heart of the city beats

The jungle that never sleeps

I was born on the streets....



Never been fully fed,

Never slept on a bed,

even when I sold my body for bread



I have a little girl

More precious than any pearl

She's all I have in this world



We sometimes stand at junctions

And we endure all your assumptions

Until our legs cease to function



The last time my girl had her own room

Was when she was still in my womb

And yet her joy still blooms



Though our days are fearful

And my nights tearful

Somehow, she remains cheerful



She giggles when it thunders

She jokes about hunger

Her eyes still possess wonder





PART 2



My poor senseless daughter

Despite everything I taught her

Found a flower that she would water



But not the kind of flower you would think

And I wondered if my child was sick

For what she watered was a BRICK



Even though I had my doubts

She would joyously shout

That with enough water and sunlight the brick would grow into a house



It was funny at first

Until she put the brick over her own thirst

Then my patience finally burst



She met me with resistance

So I tossed the brick into the distance

And with no words, she cursed my existence



Some of the light in her eyes was lost

But i ignored the cost

Her safety and wellbeing were my only thoughts



Later, I saw a mother buying her son a toy

And his face was full of joy

And it made me think about what I'd destroyed



So I searched, and found another brick

Though this one was slightly chipped

I laid it in front of her, and poured some water on it



And she hugged me for the first time in ages

I gave no thought to our starvation

For we were no longer strangers





PART 3



A few days later, if I recall

we returned from begging at a nearby mall

In the alley where we slept stood a brick wall 🧱



The wall was yay high

Did someone put it there? Why?

There were no builders nearby...



My daughter seemed to have a clue

"Mommy look the brick grew!"

But I knew it couldn't possibly be true....



A week later, there were now three walls and a roof

My daughter thought this was conclusive proof

I scanned each brick, but I couldn't find the truth



Was this an act of God? We're not so devout

In a concrete jungle....could a brick truly sprout?

Would we someday walk into a complete house?





PART 4



And then, finally, the day came

A sight that would put your imagination to same

A massive mansion now loomed where there was once an alleyway



I looked around to make sure we were in the right place

We were. This house simply defied time and space

An unpainted, dirty brick stood out against the rest of the buildings face



So we knocked on the giant doors....and waited patiently

Then the doors swung open lazily

A man in a tuxedo greeted us, and bowed gracefully



While we stared at the home in pure amazement

I was led away....to a bathroom with some maidens

And with considerable shame, I got naked



But they happily scrubbed my body and my hair, which was quite a mess

Thereafter they draped me in an elegant dress

I daresay I looked like a princess



Then after doing my hair

I was led down a set of gilded stairs

To a great dining hall with a massive table, and chairs



Where my daughter awaited

She looked like a princess too, and she was elated

A banquet was laid out before us, and we did not need to be persuaded



The first few bites brought tears to our eyes

We'd never seen so much food in all of our lives

We ate countless pies, chicken thighs and french fries



And other things we'd never heard of before

And we ate and drank and ate some more

We ate until our stomachs were sore



My dear child pushed out her tummy

"Look, it's like I have a baby, mommy."

And I laughed. Why was my kid so funny?



We were so full we were now feeling tired,

so we were led to room....with a huge bed, and a fire

And we were given silken bedroom attire



I lay on the bed with my daughter by my side

We were comfortable for the first time in our lives

My poor baby could barely keep open her eyes.



I caressed her hair and told her it's fine

She brought her body close to mine

Then she closed her eyes and smiled at me one last time



I'll join you soon, I said

And I kissed her gently on the head.

and I sang her a song as we lay on the bed





PART 5



I woke up to the sounds of cars

my child still in my arms

The rain beating down on us hard



The castle was just a dream....no, a lie

The brick lay nearby

And now we urgently had to get dry



I gave my child a shake

But she still would not wake

And my heart began to break



She looked as though she were merely sleeping

But she was no longer breathing

I found myself screaming



For help,



but I was invisible to the people

My child looked so peaceful,

But that look was deceitful



I'll join you soon, I said

And I kissed her gently on the head.

And I grabbed the brick

THE END



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