This One is for Lou

This one is for Lou.
Lou who sits on the grass in the shadow of the great mural.
A woman sewing her heart back together.

This one is for Lou because as National days are proclaimed and celebrations are put into motion,
Lou weeps.

Lou weeping in the shadow of history being made
Because Lou is all too familiar with history.

This one is for Lou because she knows better than any other what it feels like to be ripped from one’s parents.
Lou who is thrown back in time by headlines.

This one is for Lou who stays in the grasses, protected from the heat of the sun, and the heat of the pain.
For now.
Lou who is simultaneously here entwined with the now
And there, where memories haunt after the numbing fades.

This one is for Lou whose cheeks roll back into a smile and jump to shared laughter
Cheeks as familiar and known as my grandmother’s, yet catch scared and unfamiliar tears.
Bearing truth that I cannot know.

This one is for Lou who sits in the uncomfortable spaces, the painful places.
In the silences where words have no weight and ‘sorry’ falls short.

This one is for Lou because history is not cold words on a page,
A yesterday separated from today,
But a warm, beating, bleeding heart.

This one is for Lou because history is a fragmented half-told story,
Incomplete,
Bleeding into today.

This one is for Lou.
Lou who sits on the grass in the shadow of the great mural.
A woman sewing her heart back together.
Best that she can.

Laura has lived at Flatlander’s Inn for 6 and a half years and has been a part of the Leadership Team for the past 4 years. Her influences stem from a variety of communities throughout her life. Laura believes strongly in the impact of connection and that small conversations can lead to large transition in one’s life. 

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