Mary Mc Creath Poems

What makes me be?

From parents two,
I came to be.
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I caught this morning thought and
Wondered who I was and am
I caught this morning light and
Knew.
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We weave our webs of colour, of green
And blue and gold.

We weave our webs of feelings, of stories
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My world is moving
My suitcases are packed
And
I have bought my ticket
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A day or two of abysmal lows
And sleepless nights

And
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You at the roundabout
Keep your place
Don't get in my face
This is not a race.
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The joy within my soul
The longing in my heart
The mystery in my mind
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How?
To bridge the gap, gorge, chasm,
forged
by the years of the
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Written at the same time in 1976 as Shell Bird. The workshop I attended gave us information of what people were suffering under apartheid.

Can one sit at ease,
when she sees,
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I am 75, a number
That is very large
When linked to the age
Of a human.
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