Where I Live

My granddaughter asked

Why I live where I do,

With no yard or upstairs;

She did not have a clue.

 

And the wait to go up

To the 9^th floor, she asked,

Why do I want to do it,

Especially masked?

 

At 6 years of age,

A suburban-raised kid,

She wanted to know

Why I lived like I did.

 

I tried to explain

How the city, to me,

Is the place I’ve decided

That I want to be.

 

Then we went for a walk

So that I got to show

Her the river, my favorite

Place that I go.

 

When she looked at the view,

I think she understood

Why I live where I live,

As I’d hoped that she would.