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Carina Claassens
I tried to shut them away
Still they surface unexpectedly
Cringing my heart
…’’Memories are best forgotten”…
NO!
Acknowledge them
accept them
for what they are
The hand, big , rough, gentle hand of a long lost lover stroking my face
Soft sent that sucks me back to remembering a laugh, a joke
OUMA Grandma Oumie Clasie
My Ouma is in kaneel
Nostalgia
To forget is my worst fear now…
Tying them down as not to escape into oblivion
No, stay with me
Ashamed, alarmed, go going gone
Is it that I have done?
Tie it down
Tie it tight
Bind it down
do not escape from me
Ever
Stay! stay! stay!
Do not forsake me
That I may not forget who I am
Formed, forged…Tie it down
Bonding intertwined…
Pushed Squashed Forced
Do not forget me
Do not forsake me
But except me
Yes!!!
A undeniable part…
Lost little ones, loved even before they were born …
Sins of my forefathers…the ring slipping over my finger
Excluding
Recognizing
Accepting
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