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If ever there is anything I would like you to understand about me, it is included in this poem and this music.
When I was very, very small, I hardly remember what age, I was a happy child. That is what I am told. A child that liked to play, sing and dance. A child that liked to wear their mum's shoes and jewellery.
Then my granddad came along and my world changed. If it weren't for him, I would never have connected to our loving part of Facebook, never have found my marvellous friends. But do you mind if I tell you that I really wish the reason for meeting you all were a different one?
I can't remember anymore. What I do remember though is a body and mind memory. And a melancholic wish to be there again. A small child with a sister who made up all sorts of stories for her and me to play-act. She as the knight in shining armour, me as the damsel in distress, dressed in her dresses. I already lived with him, my granddad, but I wanted to be with my sister and my parents.
These snippets of memory colour my day with happiness, sadness and longing. It is that feeling that is captured in this poem with this music. THAT.
When I was still living in this mental facility near the beach, my psychiatrist had the habit of taking me to the beach in the shimmering almost evening light, to talk to me there. I am sure that is what he liked most, and so did I. It was easier for me to talk to him there, because of the soothing calm of the sea sounds, and the wind blowing my hair around my head. It distracted me and it made me more open.
This poem, it is me, it is everything I was and everything I am.
You are beautiful and such a good soul.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Mel, you're such a good friend.
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