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I am from
I am from extraordinary ancestral cloth, woven from true love and kindness.
Childhood laughter a song I still hear.
I am from pancakes, from sugar and cinnamon, on cold rainy days.
From Sunday lunches and family cheer.
I am from unwavering support and endearment – my true love.
From a too sensitive and vulnerable soul.
I am from bipolar depression, not per definition, but a dark visitor lingering in the shadows.
From courage and try again, and some days out of control.
I am not defined by diagnosis, merely some recognition for its existence.
I am from four-legged children, the ultimate unconditional love.
From now and then, from grief and sorrow.
I am from lacking definite form or limits.
From always hope for tomorrow.
I am from cloudy days to bright splendid light.
Kommentaar
Dit is besonders, Jana! Dankie vir hierdie! Baie mooi! Ek hoop daar is vele meer.