My Life In Word

The Wind Remembers

The wind remembers the day you were born—
your first breath,
the first tear you cried,
your first heartbreak,
your first love,
your first skinned knee.

It remembers how you learned to stand
by falling,
how laughter arrived before language,
how grief taught your name its weight.

It followed you through open windows,
waited in the hush before goodbyes,
pressed its palm against your back
when you thought you were alone.

When you forgot who you were,
it did not.
It kept the map of you
in its restless hands—

and when you are tired,
when you think nothing has lasted,
the wind will pass your face softly,
as if to say:
I was there.

Simona A. Brinson

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