Bending bones, her
Body became
My castle
Cathedral, where
Love was worshipped,
She was there
In the quiet conversations
Between
Murmured heart
And palm pressed protector,
My shelterer,
She gave me my father’s eyes,
Yet my skin senses are
Painted with her.
I became scribbler,
Mattered mane of mayhem,
Loving hands held
Mudded knees,
She’s been drying my tears
For years.
Ever held in the
Sunlight safety
Of her heart,
I smile to find
The parcelled pieces
Of her
Within
My
Self.
art by Jennifer Van Der Merwe
