11.12.2006
Love You old lady
Khadeja daughter of Josephine
Most of us didn’t even bother
While you sinked your whites
And soaked your burgle
And washed your cucumber
In river damns and springs
Most of us looked at you
As a duty lives – duty do
My eyebrows and shoes
Look fit to be seen
Because of you
Metal bucket of fresh water
Pomegranates and fig jam
Grapes dusted with white snow
And a bathroom tiled with you
That’s how I will always see you
I am so sorry I missed
your last breath
Goodbye, my
friend.
8:48 PM
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