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The Story of Anke

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 

Ooomo…..

Well done 


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