Vrouedag-skryfkompetisie: A woman I remember

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My memory of you is clear,
Though I never knew your name.

holding your tiny one
on a hot autumn day, as sun burned
you directed cars in and out,
here and away.

a grey, cold morning
dewdrops clinging to the grass and
your baby’s blanket,
you stand next to cars racing past.

three boys playing on the verge
baby in your tight embrace
asking, asking, no answer
as cold night reaches past flesh into bones.

clutching your pink bundle
as you stop shoppers:
"please we need
                           blankets ..."                      

Though I never knew your name,
motherhood connects us
as we care and try try try.

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