Friday, June 13, 2014

House

Left frightened alone beaten, and abused in the dark controlled by the manipulation of the muddy flood waters, for years I cried so many tears,
Broken bones, bruised veins, and left exposed for all to see,
It is a life long memory of misery,
Feeling defeated when things remained the same,
Drawing some strength from how I still remained,
Oh my empty hollow shell,
Waiting to be clothed, waiting for rescue,
Alone thirsty, naked, and unfed,
Just keep waiting for a roof to put over my cracked head,
Then finally out of nowhere,
Came the people, from everywhere,
With hammers, bright smiles, and drills,
Oh what a thrill,
A ray of hope,
A touch of kindness all over my frail fragile body,
The people dress me, caress me, and even perfect me,
The people gave me water to drink,
Now I can think,
Restored my pipes,
Now I can sing;
Lord when they put that hat on my head,
I woke up from the dead,
SBP I just want to thank you. Thank you! Thank you!

Elaine Vigne
4/9/2014

Elaine was an AmeriCorps member for SBP NOLA, serving in our Client Services Department.  She wrote this poem shortly before her term ended.