I remember remember
The 8th of August
The women’s day invite I got.
We were both undecided
Because we felt so derided,
but in the end we won over the lot.
I remember the laughter
and the inside jokes.
The bubbles and wine tasting
with pompous folks.
I remember far best
More than all the rest
Our sisterhood shining so clear
Our sisterhood shining so clear
I remember remember
The Stellenbosch views
With its green and grey hues
Your laughter filling the air.
Drinking more than should
and sharing more than we would
smoking Camels without a care.
The world was ours and time was forever
or at least so we thought.
With Our sisterhood shining so clear
Our sisterhood shining so clear
Though in my mind the laughter still echoes
and our one-liners remain,
nothing can ever be the same.
I remember remember
The ‘poppies’ were there
and how we giggled at the stories they shared.
I remember so well the plastic plant that we stole
and how you said that no one would care.
I remember remember
How we planned it all over
How we would do it every year.
And my only regret is that we did forget
And that we never had a day like that again.
The world was ours and time was forever
Or at least so we thought
With Our sisterhood shining so clear
Our sisterhood shining so clear
I remember remember
My heart was so full
with excitement and pride.
But beyond it all, though we had a ball,
There was love we never could hide.
That is how I remember that day
Now with sadness and dismay
How our sisterhood was shining so clear
Our sisterhood was shining so clear
Every morning I awake
With a split second break then it al comes flooding back.
I remember remember
The 5th of April.
By far the very worst day.
I miss you with every breath
And the silence you left
And our sisterhood buried in its own grave.
They want me to move on
but I am afraid I am not that strong.
So instead I start building my gate,
whilst quietly accepting my fate.
I put on my smile to appease their fears
And use long showers to hide my tears.
I write nothingness poems like this
That recall our feminine sisterhood bliss.
It’s just something fun for them all to read.
but the truth remains completely unchanged.
That without you I am totally and utterly lost.
This will be last of the poems I fear
For the rest of my thoughts are much to dear.
I will keep my feelings and memories deep inside,
the same place I keep everything else I hide.
I will not think of you again I swear
for the pain is more than I can bare.
Our sisterhood will never shine again.
I will return to what is required of me
And all of our dream that will never be
The things I wish I could forget.
Well those my sister-friend
Will have to come to an end
And so it is time to say…
“Remember, remember, the Fifth of November
Gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot…….”