The Story of Anke
Memory is a funny thing
you don't realise how much you have
or how much you have lost
because sometimes you only remember the emotions
So you summarise the who
The what
The where
And the how
The second
The hour
The day
The week
The month
The year
And then the last 10 years
To nothing but pain and hurt
A hurt that can be imagined and re-lived
All you remember is the excruciating thoughts
Wishing you were somewhere else
Doing something else
The pain of being someone else
I remember all you wanted to do then was hide in a corner
But at the same ridiculous time
you wanted to shine
Didn’t you, Anke?
Anke wanted to shine
she found herself always ready
Ready to be ready
Ready to stand
Ready to create
Ready to be ready to deliver
Maybe because mum always celebrated and praised her creativity
Anke was sure of this one thing
That she is a creative
Mum always wore our pieces with pride and joy
Always ready to show off Anke's Jewels to everyone
she made it clear that her daughter was not a star in the making
But a star
The star
Shining bright with no constraint
Mum always did that
That's why we always felt connected to her
We both believed we could be like mum and more
A lot more
Didn’t we, Anke?
We wanted to explore like mummy
Be bold like mummy
Break-free like mummy
Fly like mummy
But we just always felt caged
I felt caged
Yes
I did
But not you, Anke
Anke soared as high as the eagle
Pretty sure she touched the sun at some point
Anke was at every show
she ate the catwalk
Like a majestic gazelle
In her blue high-waisted flare jeans
Curly hair
she ran and did not grow weary
Walked and did not faint
Anke, you stunted your stuff
And all I can say is
Omo…..
Well done