Wella

Does the gravel remember how it scraped my knees?

Does it wish itself a mouth to form apologies?

I hope that all the crawdads in my Wella's creek

Think well of me

I was careful to be gentle, treat all them how I'd hope they'd treat me

She ripped up a garden with all the memories

How came those tomatoes, the year she was 16

Was she happy, does she know the life she leads?

I hope when I'm her age my family comes to visit me

They say "Wella, Wella"

They say "Wella, Wella"

Does the Earth remember her hands sowing the seeds?

Is it grateful to be useful, does it like the company?

I know the dirt remembers her nails so fondly

But do her nails remember the seeds?

They say "Wella, Wella"

I say "Wella, remember me"