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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