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There’s a story of a little girl
One bright sunshiny morning
She packed her little suitcase
Cordially bid fair well to the woman
Who called herself her mother

Now, make no mistake,
She loved this woman
Who, to her, was a kind stranger

See, the memory of another life
Was still too fresh
She couldn’t reconcile the two

Caught in the memory of another time
A candidate for mental dissection
She walked until she was parched of a bosom to lay her head on
Bewildered, she found herself in a strange place
She had thought her heart would lead her home

A sorry sight she was as she approached ‘home’
The woman, who, she would grow to call mother
Welcomed her home with understanding arms
No pity, no comfort
Just understanding

See my child
This journey is long
And the remembering is painful and sometimes unnecessary
Because we are here, now…

Make the most of it
Gene memory remembers for you instinctually
Then you will do the right thing


About Simphiwe Dana

Musician, Writer, Activist, Mom


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