i am a living memorial
I am a living memorial of the people whom I came from
I am a living memorial of my great-grandfather from my failing legs
I am a living memorial of the goodest boy from my wrist
I am a living memorial of the man that took my innocence from my chest
I am a living memorial of my great-grandmother's hope of my marriage from my neck
I am a living memorial of the dog that tried to kill me from my cheek
I am a living memorial of my great grandmothers escape from the nazis from my hair
This poem is about:
Me
My family