"Jennifer was here." written in the sand
waiting for the tide to wash into oblivion
What drives us to mark our territory?
leaving signs that we were here
Struggling loudly or quietly,
depending on our needs
Exclaiming "Here I am!"
"See me, know me, recognize my worth."
Each wanting our own immortality
Comments: Water towers, sand, snow, bridges, wet cement, almost anywhere one can write, you see names, graffiti, declarations of love, on and on. We seem to want others to know we are here - that we exist. Jennifer wanted us to know that she existed. Now, she is immortalized, at least in a small way, in this poem.