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I call on you, my ancestor

I call on you

My ancestor

I stare into your wise eyes

and ask you:

Help me


How I miss your wisdoms

your grace

gone too soon


If you had the choice

to choose yourself

Would you have closed your eyes without regret?

Would you have spent your last days in peace?


Would you have loved yourself?


Would you have begged me

not to make the same mistakes you made?


How is it that you never knew true love

and I know it all too well?


That I'd rather love too much

to make up for those who died with empty hearts

longing for their inner child

that died before they had a chance to live


© 2024 Marieke de Koker


Marieke and Corrie de Koker, 2015

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