Songs of Anisha
“From Memory In My Childhood Shoes,”
by Abigail George
Erase the habitat
The missing threads
Piece by piece
Willing my memories
As distant as the sun
Out of time.
Erase reminiscences
In desperation
For a revolution
The imprint of the origin
Burned on my brain,
Of missing the war.
Erase cold and easy habits
The detailed text
Striking, stirring, uncompromising –
That gripped the house before
The raised voices
Of mother and father.
That sickening feeling
The smell is cold in my room
The challenge of escape is demanding and aloof,
Forgetting lies in survival
Under the blankets
The noise of the radio..
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